[ A marking that Clive never directly blamed Dion for. He was still a child at the time, much like he was, and the cruelty of his fate was left up to the one adult closest to him in blood. Those were the darkest days in Clive's life, and with the help of so many, had finally begun to move past it all. He was a finer, more kinder man now... unfortunately with the same eyesight, though.
The scarred man winces back as a hand goes up to shield his face from the sudden and directed light. He may have stepped in his own pile of glass on the floor from the recoil, and a low groan bubbles from the inside of throat. ]
Perhaps not... as many. [ Strike two, Price.
It did give him a better insight to their surroundings, as bright as it was, and Clive is able to catch where Dion's attention had been directed to. This was a home of a family, no doubt, yet the structure of the building was as if it was in modern date Eltrut. How strange... ]
No signs of resistance. Yet. We should inquire further.
no subject
The scarred man winces back as a hand goes up to shield his face from the sudden and directed light. He may have stepped in his own pile of glass on the floor from the recoil, and a low groan bubbles from the inside of throat. ]
Perhaps not... as many. [ Strike two, Price.
It did give him a better insight to their surroundings, as bright as it was, and Clive is able to catch where Dion's attention had been directed to. This was a home of a family, no doubt, yet the structure of the building was as if it was in modern date Eltrut. How strange... ]
No signs of resistance. Yet. We should inquire further.