#:3c.

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“──’ey, chiquita? D’ya have a momen’ ta speak wit’ me?”

The last time they spoke was... less than ideal. And quite frankly he’s still not sure where he overstepped or misstepped in that entire conversation. But he knows he needs someone to see the Truth, his Truth, and if anyone is going to see it from an unbiased viewpoint that isn’t Clemency, then it would be her.

“I... kinda want ta show ya this. I’s important.”

Facing him would alight upon a different visage from normal. 

A previously red tinted coat with tarnished gold that sometimes you couldn’t fully see  (made to represent the seas turning sick with blood against a sunset)  now a brilliant navy blue with well taken care of gold patterning throughout the fabric. A sash around his waist with magic woven through it in a specific pattern to complement the runes in his gun, which is now FAR more decorated with a sequence of runes that weren’t there before, also wrapped at the grip with a twine and a token of a silver ‘C’ that echoes like a bell. Boots that once looked like plain leather, now finely decorated and sewn with a pair of bells meant to ward off evil spirits and welcome kind ones. An engagement ring on his left hand that not even Nefeloma has seen, slightly scratched but otherwise still brightly shining. Hair long over his shoulders but not tangled and wild and messy with dirt and blood, but rather clean and seemingly freshly brushed.