[ Sober regard of Matt reveals that he's looking very typical. Hair a nest, expression inquisitive (shading to relief as Liem explains the blood isn't his). He has a ribbon around his neck, black silk edged with gold, and he's wearing a shirt and trousers of the sort favored in Highstorm. Not surprising, really: He started off his time here living with Amos.
He's not presently injured, it's true. But one of his sleeve cuffs rides up as he smooths himself down, revealing a peek of a recent-ish scar. ]
Sounds like down's where I should be then, yeah. [ His expression shifts to one of faint hope. ] Wherever you're going, though, I could protect you. Make shields and things. We never really got into it, but I was pretty good at that during the attack.
[ The one on Springstar, of course. He doesn't tend to think of what happened in Highstorm the same way, for reasons he hasn't fully unpacked but which likely involve civilian casualties. ]
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He's not presently injured, it's true. But one of his sleeve cuffs rides up as he smooths himself down, revealing a peek of a recent-ish scar. ]
Sounds like down's where I should be then, yeah. [ His expression shifts to one of faint hope. ] Wherever you're going, though, I could protect you. Make shields and things. We never really got into it, but I was pretty good at that during the attack.
[ The one on Springstar, of course. He doesn't tend to think of what happened in Highstorm the same way, for reasons he hasn't fully unpacked but which likely involve civilian casualties. ]