[Kaede has been, ah...desensitized to dismembered corpses a long time ago. Her nose wrinkles at the smell of decay, but she just shrugs at the question as if Vietnam was pointing out the weather.]
Don't know. Why are you asking me?
[The handful of fire held in her palms in lieu of a torch didn't flicker, but the shadows seemed very...lively anyway. They stretched into hands and claws stretched on gaunt filaments, disappeared around corners and reappeared from behind the piled and sorted corpses.]
III
Don't know. Why are you asking me?
[The handful of fire held in her palms in lieu of a torch didn't flicker, but the shadows seemed very...lively anyway. They stretched into hands and claws stretched on gaunt filaments, disappeared around corners and reappeared from behind the piled and sorted corpses.]