93. Backdated to the end of the Grey Log

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu is sitting, damp-haired and smelling of soap, in a quieter corner of the Plane with the cloth of Aries in a disassembled pile in front of him. He seems to be meticulously cleaning one of the forearm bracers, and the cloth which he is using to do so has turned a rather distinct shade of red, coupled with an equally distinct coppery smell in the air.

He's taken lives before, but it never gets easier.]

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

Mmm. Too often we're dealt bad hands.

[There's a beat as Mu studies Kiki's face, perhaps still looking for the little 'tells' he had as a child.]

And yet you're troubled?

[not_a_lamb_nor_ram]

[ Tells where he either looked distracted or seemed intent on his work a tad too much, brows unnecessarily furrowed -- because that armpiece is looking mighty shiny by now.

A breath and -- ]

I wish you didn't have to do it.