[ When they found him at the church, Trevor was bright-eyed. Alert. Spoke politely to the priests and addressed them by title. Had enough fight in him to leap to their defense when a witch and vampire came to his rescue, despite everything.
He doesn't look up when Sypha enters through the window. Oh, he's breathing. The sound of that comes out thick and moist-sounding, like footsteps in mud. And the way the light in Sypha's hands reflects from his eyes, they're open and he's conscious. But he doesn't look up. Doesn't flinch away from the light the way his bad eye usually makes him do. Doesn't move at all.
Sypha lowers the light, both because she knows of that bad eye and because now she's confirmed that the room is empty she'd rather lower the risk of being seen. In the darkness, the bad eye seems to be glowing a bright blue. That side of his body smells of rot and magic and blood, and it appears to be making a soft hissing noise. ]
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He doesn't look up when Sypha enters through the window. Oh, he's breathing. The sound of that comes out thick and moist-sounding, like footsteps in mud. And the way the light in Sypha's hands reflects from his eyes, they're open and he's conscious. But he doesn't look up. Doesn't flinch away from the light the way his bad eye usually makes him do. Doesn't move at all.
Sypha lowers the light, both because she knows of that bad eye and because now she's confirmed that the room is empty she'd rather lower the risk of being seen. In the darkness, the bad eye seems to be glowing a bright blue. That side of his body smells of rot and magic and blood, and it appears to be making a soft hissing noise. ]