[Vakama, at least, can break his gaze away. A corpse that hurts deeply, coldly, that makes him nauseous and furious in waves. But a corpse nonetheless. So he looks to Ashley as their grow claustrophobic and foreign, smelling of earth and ocean, horrifically dark.]
...Ashley.
[He follows her eyes, to the patch of snow and the body that lies so still in the distance, the blooming of red...
No. Oh no. In all shared things, why was this, too--
Sucking in a choking breath as he rapidly tries to pull himself together, Vakama stumbles to her, once again fumbling to take her hands. Gripping, despite the tremble from his own.]
Ashley. [Repeated, a little firmer.]
...Let... let them be, Ashley. [He squeezes her hands, tries to pull her to face away.] Let them rest.
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...Ashley.
[He follows her eyes, to the patch of snow and the body that lies so still in the distance, the blooming of red...
No. Oh no. In all shared things, why was this, too--
Sucking in a choking breath as he rapidly tries to pull himself together, Vakama stumbles to her, once again fumbling to take her hands. Gripping, despite the tremble from his own.]
Ashley. [Repeated, a little firmer.]
...Let... let them be, Ashley. [He squeezes her hands, tries to pull her to face away.] Let them rest.