Opening his eyes he finds as he expects; the man is dead, eyes open and unseeing. The Soldier lets go of the knife, leaving it where it had done its work. He would find something else to replace it.
For some reason he doesn't immediately leave, looking into the target's unseeing gaze for unneeded moments. The Soldier rubs his face with his human hand over the worsening beard and now the raw scratches, finding little beads of blood had welled up from them. It doesn't mean anything.
The sudden sound of a cannon jerks him out of his momentary lapse, too ambiguous to sound out its point of origin. In seconds he is up on his feet and leaving without a backward glance before any other hunters can come this way.
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Opening his eyes he finds as he expects; the man is dead, eyes open and unseeing. The Soldier lets go of the knife, leaving it where it had done its work. He would find something else to replace it.
For some reason he doesn't immediately leave, looking into the target's unseeing gaze for unneeded moments. The Soldier rubs his face with his human hand over the worsening beard and now the raw scratches, finding little beads of blood had welled up from them. It doesn't mean anything.
The sudden sound of a cannon jerks him out of his momentary lapse, too ambiguous to sound out its point of origin. In seconds he is up on his feet and leaving without a backward glance before any other hunters can come this way.