Once upon a time, he stared at that back for hours on end, learning the last secrets of his master.
Once upon a time, he thought the next time he'd see it bare, it would be an entirely different situation.
He knows he should hurry. He can't even begin to fathom the amount of nerve it would take to just stand there and wait for the fire. Revulsion for the task ahead of him makes him grimace.
(And what, it was so much easier, so much better, to incinerate supposed 'combatants', to torch the remains of the dead afterwards so there could be no funerals, no memorials?)
He strangles the apologies and other pitiful noises his mouth wants to make, and raises his hand.
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Once upon a time, he thought the next time he'd see it bare, it would be an entirely different situation.
He knows he should hurry. He can't even begin to fathom the amount of nerve it would take to just stand there and wait for the fire. Revulsion for the task ahead of him makes him grimace.
(And what, it was so much easier, so much better, to incinerate supposed 'combatants', to torch the remains of the dead afterwards so there could be no funerals, no memorials?)
He strangles the apologies and other pitiful noises his mouth wants to make, and raises his hand.
SNAP