Not sure I like the vagueness of "something." [ she grumbles it, keeping her voice low when she picks up on his need for quiet. ]
[ she moves into the room with her axe ready to strike, but when she sees the man on the floor it shifts into something more defensive. she keeps her distance, scanning the rest of the room to make sure no one (or nothing) else is around. peering at the way the soldier's blood is gushing, she resists the urge to touch her own neck, thinking of her own first death. ]
[ it's bad enough watching a stranger die like this. it makes her wonder after dizzy, briefly, considering she'd watched nile die, and they were friends. how desperate she was to help, despite knowing it was futile. ]
[ but the man told her to come in armed, so she's not letting herself get too lost in own memories when these are unfolding in front of her. ]
We're all soldiers here. [ maybe she can offer something small anyway. a tiny bit more understanding. ]
no subject
[ she moves into the room with her axe ready to strike, but when she sees the man on the floor it shifts into something more defensive. she keeps her distance, scanning the rest of the room to make sure no one (or nothing) else is around. peering at the way the soldier's blood is gushing, she resists the urge to touch her own neck, thinking of her own first death. ]
[ it's bad enough watching a stranger die like this. it makes her wonder after dizzy, briefly, considering she'd watched nile die, and they were friends. how desperate she was to help, despite knowing it was futile. ]
[ but the man told her to come in armed, so she's not letting herself get too lost in own memories when these are unfolding in front of her. ]
We're all soldiers here. [ maybe she can offer something small anyway. a tiny bit more understanding. ]