[ the flick of an image: someone's grandmother shouts, and his ears ring; and herian rots from the head, cool as day.
another: bone fractures under fist, drawn back again. again. it felt good to break gautier's jaw. his nose. felt good to force his teeth in the dirt. for a moment, it even felt good when they pulled him off swinging —
it was a short moment. still tastes like shame. he's doing fine with the lyrium, and men who beat the shit out of their colleagues, they don't get to stay on it. ]
I doubt you met many Templars.
[ he smears a hand of sweat onto the back of his sleeve. better it not stain the page. ]
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another: bone fractures under fist, drawn back again. again. it felt good to break gautier's jaw. his nose. felt good to force his teeth in the dirt. for a moment, it even felt good when they pulled him off swinging —
it was a short moment. still tastes like shame. he's doing fine with the lyrium, and men who beat the shit out of their colleagues, they don't get to stay on it. ]
I doubt you met many Templars.
[ he smears a hand of sweat onto the back of his sleeve. better it not stain the page. ]