Lemm already knows he won't be remaining here, though he does slow as he passes the old statue, head momentarily upturned like he's meeting the mystery knight's stony gaze. He can't help it; the thing has a pull on his attention.
In his distraction his foot catches on something, and Lemm does stop for a moment.
The thing is, bugs die all the time. In his line of work one very quickly unlearns any squeamishness one may have had about seeing the dead. Lemm peers down at the crumpled husk of a Soul Twister and twirls his umbrella thoughtfully.
"Scholars you were, were you?" he asks the body in an accusing tone, and then... braces a foot against its side and hefts it into the Waterways to join the countless others.
He keeps walking. A little faster, now. He's always wanted to see what was up there.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
syntheid
I'll Be The Judge Of That
Date: 2022-11-06 05:54 pm (UTC)In his distraction his foot catches on something, and Lemm does stop for a moment.
The thing is, bugs die all the time. In his line of work one very quickly unlearns any squeamishness one may have had about seeing the dead. Lemm peers down at the crumpled husk of a Soul Twister and twirls his umbrella thoughtfully.
"Scholars you were, were you?" he asks the body in an accusing tone, and then... braces a foot against its side and hefts it into the Waterways to join the countless others.
He keeps walking. A little faster, now. He's always wanted to see what was up there.