Klavier opened the door just enough to peer through before reentering. He wasn't so foolhardy as to just burst in without forethought; in fact, he was probably thinking more clearly now than he had been all night. The room still held that reek of recent gunfire, but there were no sounds of rushed movements or gunshots or struggles of any kind. The light that had washed continuously over the room since the moment they had arrived was gone. He couldn't tell what this meant, and for a moment, he thought perhaps Nigredo and Rubedo had, indeed, managed to escape the room.
But that theory vanished as he soon heard a voice, instantly recognizable both in voice and context, followed by a low distant sob. He moved in quickly, wariness giving way for dread, and nearly started when he finally came upon the scene. "Nigredo! ...Rubedo!"
The floor was splattered with blood and flesh (or was that cloth?). Nigredo, shirt even more heavily drenched with blood, kneeling on the ground with that sword hanging in his hand, sobbing over another small body on the ground. Rubedo, loosely holding a gun and lying amongst the gore. And Albedo stood above it all, not appearing the least bit guilty.
He couldn't tell if the child was dead or not from where he was, nor did he want to waste time wondering. Klavier moved in quickly to stand right beside Rubedo and Nigredo almost protectively, eyes focused on Albedo and warily gaging whether he was going to attack the lot again. He could ask the state of the children later. His main focus was stopping this from progressing any further and getting these two out. "Achtung! Enough! Stop this already! This is absolutely ridiculous! Look at what you're doing! To your own brothers! Leave it be!"
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Klavier opened the door just enough to peer through before reentering. He wasn't so foolhardy as to just burst in without forethought; in fact, he was probably thinking more clearly now than he had been all night. The room still held that reek of recent gunfire, but there were no sounds of rushed movements or gunshots or struggles of any kind. The light that had washed continuously over the room since the moment they had arrived was gone. He couldn't tell what this meant, and for a moment, he thought perhaps Nigredo and Rubedo had, indeed, managed to escape the room.
But that theory vanished as he soon heard a voice, instantly recognizable both in voice and context, followed by a low distant sob. He moved in quickly, wariness giving way for dread, and nearly started when he finally came upon the scene. "Nigredo! ...Rubedo!"
The floor was splattered with blood and flesh (or was that cloth?). Nigredo, shirt even more heavily drenched with blood, kneeling on the ground with that sword hanging in his hand, sobbing over another small body on the ground. Rubedo, loosely holding a gun and lying amongst the gore. And Albedo stood above it all, not appearing the least bit guilty.
He couldn't tell if the child was dead or not from where he was, nor did he want to waste time wondering. Klavier moved in quickly to stand right beside Rubedo and Nigredo almost protectively, eyes focused on Albedo and warily gaging whether he was going to attack the lot again. He could ask the state of the children later. His main focus was stopping this from progressing any further and getting these two out. "Achtung! Enough! Stop this already! This is absolutely ridiculous! Look at what you're doing! To your own brothers! Leave it be!"