I might have laughed -- [He says, and he forces himself to do so. What she felt, though, that clings to him like a spiders web. Try as he might, he can't push the memory, the residual feeling, to the back of his mind like he does so well with everything else.] But someone else might not have. Tiny, maybe?
[He steps back, if only to get a good look at the woman. The arrival process, whatever hell they'd been dragged through before becoming fully coherent, it's evident on her just as much as it is on him. It makes him angry anew seeing it on one of his companions.]
Cassandra. [It's a rare concession, saying her name. But feeling all that she has -- he wants to give her a grounding point. It's something that belongs to her, not to him. And certainly not to this blighted world they've found themselves in.] Look like hell, you know that?
oh yes >:)
[He steps back, if only to get a good look at the woman. The arrival process, whatever hell they'd been dragged through before becoming fully coherent, it's evident on her just as much as it is on him. It makes him angry anew seeing it on one of his companions.]
Cassandra. [It's a rare concession, saying her name. But feeling all that she has -- he wants to give her a grounding point. It's something that belongs to her, not to him. And certainly not to this blighted world they've found themselves in.] Look like hell, you know that?
[Well. He never said he'd keep it up.]