@invulnerablextouch dealt her hand death ☠️
They were familiar, they were all familiar. Like trying to remember a word that was on the tip of your tongue, just on the cusp of memory. He was familiar to them too, in some way, judging by how they had hesitated before his barrage of explosions. They hadn't extended the same reaction to his brother-in-arms, he was a stranger perhaps.
He hadn't even batted an eye seeing them strewn about the debris, among the people they swore they would protect, vermin Death's purpose was to exterminate.
The commotion was a plethora of noise; the sharp crack of his cards going off, the choke and gasps that accompanied his poison, and a name. A name he kept hearing, over and over again until it drove him to irritation. Following him like a miserable insect.
"Since you seem so eager to join your companions, I'll oblige." The words left his mouth with such confidence—at least until he saw her.
Remy.
That familiar haze, that name again, only suffocating this time. Somewhere in the mangled, dark vines that made up his sadistic core he felt nauseous. No, it was anxiety...or fear perhaps? A fear that was not his own, embedded in his body but not his mind. A pesky emotion he had suffered through multiple times since awakening. He wanted it gone.
What aren't you telling me?
"...Call me that name again. I'll make sure it's the last thing that comes out of your mouth."
