His face contorts with revulsion as her words creep out, absolutely horrified at the nightmarish scenario she'd been forced to go through all alone. Beneath the horror are the embers of anger, immediately stoked into a small flame by the remembrance of the villagers with their elated faces and joyous chanting. No one should be happy to witness the mangling of a child's face.
In his lap, his hands curl into fists, nails scoring small half-moons into his palm. But he keeps his voice steady, not wanting to upset Gray even further. ]
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His face contorts with revulsion as her words creep out, absolutely horrified at the nightmarish scenario she'd been forced to go through all alone. Beneath the horror are the embers of anger, immediately stoked into a small flame by the remembrance of the villagers with their elated faces and joyous chanting. No one should be happy to witness the mangling of a child's face.
In his lap, his hands curl into fists, nails scoring small half-moons into his palm. But he keeps his voice steady, not wanting to upset Gray even further. ]
Does it still hurt?
[ Physically, that is. ]