
THE AIR IS heavy with the smell of blood. a year ago today, it would have sent kate reeling - blood is the conduit of the soul, well, this guy’s conduit is all over the pavement & seeping into kate’s scuffed shoes. ‘ trevor…. ’ there’s about a THOUSAND things she could say right now - lord knows she has so many questions. lips press into a thin LINE, green gaze melancholic as it fixates on the boy. ‘ …. it’s okay, ’ is what comes out, soft and disappointed though she doesn’t chastise him. she doesn’t like it, but the distaste feels forced. kate hates that something sick within her is fine with this. can she even blame amaru ? is it something left over from her time as a xibalban, or was it always there ? kate extends a hand, gentle & soothing, and waits for trevor to take it. ‘ we’d better GO. this much blood, culebras will be here in no time. ’