Had Jon been an Avatar that properly hunted, he would have been spring-loaded to attack, the opportunity to strike revealed at last. Instead of lunging, however, his impassive demeanor lights with an intensity boiling just beneath the surface, his gaze fixed so firmly on Dimitri's. A vicious act of carnage, befitting those marks of Slaughter he'd been so certain he'd seen. Everything was fitting neatly into place, just as he'd expected it to
What a tragedy indeed.
"Did your assailants assume you'd died to the same spear?" Jon asks, low yet so very pointed, digging deeper for every scrap of information he can get. "How did you escape with your life, so far away from home?"
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Had Jon been an Avatar that properly hunted, he would have been spring-loaded to attack, the opportunity to strike revealed at last. Instead of lunging, however, his impassive demeanor lights with an intensity boiling just beneath the surface, his gaze fixed so firmly on Dimitri's. A vicious act of carnage, befitting those marks of Slaughter he'd been so certain he'd seen. Everything was fitting neatly into place, just as he'd expected it to
What a tragedy indeed.
"Did your assailants assume you'd died to the same spear?" Jon asks, low yet so very pointed, digging deeper for every scrap of information he can get. "How did you escape with your life, so far away from home?"