[ This "psychic residue" has him feeling on edge enough that his voice is a little ragged when he asks, ] Recognise her?
[ Jaime is closer to the dead body, boots in dirt that's darkened with blood. He's managed to turn it over and expose the woman's face to the air, but for obvious reasons he has no idea who it is.
Generally speaking, he wants nothing to do with this. The torn clothes along the way had looked the result of something horrible, something he isn't naive enough not to assume about, and Jaime is just one man with one hand. Chances are he can't save anyone.
But recognition of the dead means you can bring the body home to their family. That and the broken Jewel, he supposes, if it really is an extension of the self. ]
Well. [ He picks said Jewel up, and the ragged edges makes him feel just as uncomfortable as this entire area does. ] Who is she, then?
[ Turning to face Zita, finally, his mouth turns into a frown. ] ...are you all right?
iii. i know we were gonna do something at the caravan but uh i mean 2 threads is ok too >>
[ Jaime is closer to the dead body, boots in dirt that's darkened with blood. He's managed to turn it over and expose the woman's face to the air, but for obvious reasons he has no idea who it is.
Generally speaking, he wants nothing to do with this. The torn clothes along the way had looked the result of something horrible, something he isn't naive enough not to assume about, and Jaime is just one man with one hand. Chances are he can't save anyone.
But recognition of the dead means you can bring the body home to their family. That and the broken Jewel, he supposes, if it really is an extension of the self. ]
Well. [ He picks said Jewel up, and the ragged edges makes him feel just as uncomfortable as this entire area does. ] Who is she, then?
[ Turning to face Zita, finally, his mouth turns into a frown. ] ...are you all right?