He looked at her with those wides and nods numbly, a part of him knowing that her hand would come away bloody. It seemed impossible, that he should have so much blood on him, but after decades of battle, how could he not?
The enemies blood. Yasha's blood.
"Right... yes of course," he murmured, trembling a bit. "I just... I had not thought... so much of it..."
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The enemies blood. Yasha's blood.
"Right... yes of course," he murmured, trembling a bit. "I just... I had not thought... so much of it..."