[ A stranger who looks approximately seventeen. Especially when his brow is furrowed like it is right now. ]
Jesus.
[ He says, but not like a prayer. It's a gruesome sight, even if there isn't as much blood as there oughta be. The corpse withers, unnatural, when its head is cut off. It'll be dust before too long.
It feels right not to say anything more, at least for a little bit. ]
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Jesus.
[ He says, but not like a prayer. It's a gruesome sight, even if there isn't as much blood as there oughta be. The corpse withers, unnatural, when its head is cut off. It'll be dust before too long.
It feels right not to say anything more, at least for a little bit. ]