[ Kaeya is blue and silver and black, but the one before him has a splash of red dripping slowly from an injured right eye. He has the doppelganger pushed up against one of the mirrors' glassy surfaces, a kaleidoscopic mess of show reflected upon the many others surrounding them. It is out here that Kaeya's actions are laid bare. All for everyone to see.
Footsteps echo loudly across the Hall, the only other noise save for Kaeya's ragged breathing. It looks like he and his shadow have been fighting each other for a while now. His clothes have tiny rips and tears, his hair is dishevelled, and his hands are stained bright red right where they are gripping way too tightly onto a jagged piece of ice. The very tip of it is dyed with the same hue.
Maybe Douman can fit the pieces together that make up the scene before him. ]
A traitor like you has no right to be a lost nation's last hope.
[ Kaeya grits his teeth, raising his hand once more, ready to dig the sharp edge of the ice into the spectre in an attempt to shut it up. ]
What was your first clue?
[ Hard to say if he's addressing either Douman or his own shadow. Maybe it's both. ]
(cw: eye trauma) ready to get choked by massive honkers
Footsteps echo loudly across the Hall, the only other noise save for Kaeya's ragged breathing. It looks like he and his shadow have been fighting each other for a while now. His clothes have tiny rips and tears, his hair is dishevelled, and his hands are stained bright red right where they are gripping way too tightly onto a jagged piece of ice. The very tip of it is dyed with the same hue.
Maybe Douman can fit the pieces together that make up the scene before him. ]
A traitor like you has no right to be a lost nation's last hope.
[ Kaeya grits his teeth, raising his hand once more, ready to dig the sharp edge of the ice into the spectre in an attempt to shut it up. ]
What was your first clue?
[ Hard to say if he's addressing either Douman or his own shadow. Maybe it's both. ]