[ when his vision is finally clear, he has to follow sound, not sight. there's still flashing afterimages in his sight; the shadows still cover everything, even the blood. but he knows where his traps are, and as he follows the sound of her agony, he knows she's headed right for one.
he doesn't hear it go off. he does hear her hit the ground, and when he rounds the corner there she is, on the other side, having managed to avoid it but failing to do anything else. she's lying on her back, blood soaking through the wrapping around her middle, and ... ]
Funny how sad that was, huh?
[ he's not laughing. but she's not going anywhere. he picks up the trap, lets it close with a dull snap, and looks down at her. either he kills her or she bleeds out here. he's not sure which he wants to see more after that blind. ]
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he doesn't hear it go off. he does hear her hit the ground, and when he rounds the corner there she is, on the other side, having managed to avoid it but failing to do anything else. she's lying on her back, blood soaking through the wrapping around her middle, and ... ]
Funny how sad that was, huh?
[ he's not laughing. but she's not going anywhere. he picks up the trap, lets it close with a dull snap, and looks down at her. either he kills her or she bleeds out here. he's not sure which he wants to see more after that blind. ]