[ Her sword's clattered unceremoniously to the ground at some point. Under her hands, she can feel the barely-there rise and fall of the man's torso — until that's gone, too. Very little changes around them in the moment he goes from almost dying to dead. There's nothing momentous about it. But it happens anyway.
She looks up in time to catch his head turn from one end of the alley to the other. Then up. Then back to her. There's no remorse in his expression, no horror at what they've just witnessed. She probably looks the same, she figures — a blank expression for the most part, save for the little tension in her jaw and a little furrow in her brows. Becoming numb to death is nothing to be proud of; but it is an inevitable after a certain point. Perhaps it's not surprising that it's come for him as well.
Lucina breathes, then nods once. ]
Right. Of course. [ They shouldn't. Staying for too long presents dangers of its own, and while she's all for helping she's not completely devoid of self-preservation. She lays the man down as neatly as she can, before she wipes the worst of the blood on her pants and picks up her sword to sheathe again. Stands back up. ]
Did you want to follow them? [ She knows the look — sort of. She at least knows the desire to follow through, even if it's not something she had the luxury to act on. The price of recklessly charging into the enemy lines was rarely worth the price; but gods, did they want to. Time and time again. ] They couldn't have gone far.
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She looks up in time to catch his head turn from one end of the alley to the other. Then up. Then back to her. There's no remorse in his expression, no horror at what they've just witnessed. She probably looks the same, she figures — a blank expression for the most part, save for the little tension in her jaw and a little furrow in her brows. Becoming numb to death is nothing to be proud of; but it is an inevitable after a certain point. Perhaps it's not surprising that it's come for him as well.
Lucina breathes, then nods once. ]
Right. Of course. [ They shouldn't. Staying for too long presents dangers of its own, and while she's all for helping she's not completely devoid of self-preservation. She lays the man down as neatly as she can, before she wipes the worst of the blood on her pants and picks up her sword to sheathe again. Stands back up. ]
Did you want to follow them? [ She knows the look — sort of. She at least knows the desire to follow through, even if it's not something she had the luxury to act on. The price of recklessly charging into the enemy lines was rarely worth the price; but gods, did they want to. Time and time again. ] They couldn't have gone far.