[ This is not what victory looks like. Not even to Trevor. But as he swallows back the bile, pushes himself to fall into old, easy behaviours-
(The Speaker’s corpse is at his feet. In three weeks time, the man who shot them as a spy will die from the disease that they came here to treat. The corpse will still he there then, flesh rotting off into the shin-deep water of the trench. There’ll be no opportunity to bury them for weeks yet, and none with the inclination to try.
He doesn’t know if they were a boy or a girl.
He follows orders. He keeps fighting. Aside from its silent company, the corpse that was a Speaker changes nothing.)
They can still save her. He can still find her. They have drops of blood and thirty silver coins. And perhaps, if not victory, that is what hope looks like sometimes. ]
Claws. Don’t retract them. [ His voice is steady as he takes the first aid kit from his bag of useful things and weapons and Belmont bullshit. A cotton ball. Saltwater to lift the blood from the floor and from Alucard’s claws. ]
no subject
(The Speaker’s corpse is at his feet. In three weeks time, the man who shot them as a spy will die from the disease that they came here to treat. The corpse will still he there then, flesh rotting off into the shin-deep water of the trench. There’ll be no opportunity to bury them for weeks yet, and none with the inclination to try.
He doesn’t know if they were a boy or a girl.
He follows orders. He keeps fighting. Aside from its silent company, the corpse that was a Speaker changes nothing.)
They can still save her. He can still find her. They have drops of blood and thirty silver coins. And perhaps, if not victory, that is what hope looks like sometimes. ]
Claws. Don’t retract them. [ His voice is steady as he takes the first aid kit from his bag of useful things and weapons and Belmont bullshit. A cotton ball. Saltwater to lift the blood from the floor and from Alucard’s claws. ]