[She wasn't posing it as a question, but he'd answer it anyway. He should feel something about the tunic, knowing it was telling everyone in this world very loudly what happened to him. But honestly, he couldn't summon the energy to care. Was this a case of accepting what he was and wearing it as armor?
A finger hooked at one of the holes in the tunic, looking down at it in curiosity. He had glanced at them, but hadn't stared over long. His death was still painful then, now, there was a morbid fascination.]
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[She wasn't posing it as a question, but he'd answer it anyway. He should feel something about the tunic, knowing it was telling everyone in this world very loudly what happened to him. But honestly, he couldn't summon the energy to care. Was this a case of accepting what he was and wearing it as armor?
A finger hooked at one of the holes in the tunic, looking down at it in curiosity. He had glanced at them, but hadn't stared over long. His death was still painful then, now, there was a morbid fascination.]
Daggers in the dark.