[He did not, in fact, dislodge the head with his feet, so his hands bear the brunt of the fluids. After gliding across the battlefield and swimming in gore for so many years, getting messy doesn't bother him in the slightest.
The voice, however, gives him momentary pause.
No matter how much she resembles her, Elesis sounds nothing like her ancestral mother. As the result of her upbringing and personality, Elesis possesses a boyish edge that dispels any illusion of likeness whenever she speaks, while the one who bore her face first in his memory was timid. Sweet and shy—that was Julia, in spirit and voice both.
It hasn't even been a year since he heard her voice again for the first time in centuries. Back then, she parroted words he'd already heard. Here, she says something different, and that's what leads to the final yank that frees Kondo's head from the pike as Sieghart then moves to wrap it in the bundle, ignoring her.]
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The voice, however, gives him momentary pause.
No matter how much she resembles her, Elesis sounds nothing like her ancestral mother. As the result of her upbringing and personality, Elesis possesses a boyish edge that dispels any illusion of likeness whenever she speaks, while the one who bore her face first in his memory was timid. Sweet and shy—that was Julia, in spirit and voice both.
It hasn't even been a year since he heard her voice again for the first time in centuries. Back then, she parroted words he'd already heard. Here, she says something different, and that's what leads to the final yank that frees Kondo's head from the pike as Sieghart then moves to wrap it in the bundle, ignoring her.]