Rust's face doesn't betray a whole lot, his gaze flat, unwavering. But the breath he takes feels sharp, and he's all of a sudden neck deep in sadness. Words, stamped in his thoughts: DO YOU KNOW WHO KILLED ME?
It turns to anger soon enough. Then guilt.
He chose this. Maybe they're all kids: serve him right. ] What've you been doing? [ A bland question after an overlong pause, accompanied by the mental sensation of stepping back. Shying away, almost. ]
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Rust's face doesn't betray a whole lot, his gaze flat, unwavering. But the breath he takes feels sharp, and he's all of a sudden neck deep in sadness. Words, stamped in his thoughts: DO YOU KNOW WHO KILLED ME?
It turns to anger soon enough. Then guilt.
He chose this. Maybe they're all kids: serve him right. ] What've you been doing? [ A bland question after an overlong pause, accompanied by the mental sensation of stepping back. Shying away, almost. ]
I'm Rust.