[It's been two days since he got here. Two days, and no Yona; two days, and no direction, just simmering anger, bitter resentment at being wrenched away from his duty. His glaive is still slung across his back, but he no longer reaches for it on instinct anymore. Usually he reaches for it out of common sense. Anyone here could be his enemy; better to be proactive about his distrust.]
[He knows the signs of shock, though. He's not an idiot; he's seen it in other people. On Yona's face for too long, when they should have been running, and yet he could never be angry with her for it; on Yoon's, even if only briefly, because Yoon was hard-hearted and damaged and as brave as Yona in his way. The look on this man's face is shock, as if the blood on his hands wasn't enough of a hint.]
[This needs to be dealt with. Now. Right now.]
[Hak cuts his eyes sideways as Laurent passes. Not towards him but away, as if he has a thousand more interesting things to deal with than someone covered in blood. But when they're neck-in-neck, his hand snakes out and catches Laurent's shoulder, grips and bears down tight, his eyes cutting back to glare at him as his fingers bite in.]
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[He knows the signs of shock, though. He's not an idiot; he's seen it in other people. On Yona's face for too long, when they should have been running, and yet he could never be angry with her for it; on Yoon's, even if only briefly, because Yoon was hard-hearted and damaged and as brave as Yona in his way. The look on this man's face is shock, as if the blood on his hands wasn't enough of a hint.]
[This needs to be dealt with. Now. Right now.]
[Hak cuts his eyes sideways as Laurent passes. Not towards him but away, as if he has a thousand more interesting things to deal with than someone covered in blood. But when they're neck-in-neck, his hand snakes out and catches Laurent's shoulder, grips and bears down tight, his eyes cutting back to glare at him as his fingers bite in.]
Whose blood is that.