[To the dining room he goes! Given how used to these things he is, it probably isn't going to be shocking to walk into the scene of carnage that awaits. Blood paints the walls and slicks the floor dark red, and through what little slivers of the portraits he can see, it doesn't look like the living are faring much better.
There's very little movement in the room, save for the death throes and dying twitches of those on their way out. Bodies - parts of bodies, too - are strewn about the place like a tornado came through and simply ripped everyone to shreds. Even Virgo lies against the wall on the other side of the room, their veil serving as a shroud as blood pools out from below it.
One body in particular may catch his notice: Flayn, whose neck is bent at an unnatural angle, stares at him sightlessly from a position of repose on the dining room table. Her hands are neatly folded over her chest, almost like she's been set up for viewing at a funeral.
Below her on the floor lies Souji, choking around a mouthful of blood, unable to even reach Sieghart's way.]
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There's very little movement in the room, save for the death throes and dying twitches of those on their way out. Bodies - parts of bodies, too - are strewn about the place like a tornado came through and simply ripped everyone to shreds. Even Virgo lies against the wall on the other side of the room, their veil serving as a shroud as blood pools out from below it.
One body in particular may catch his notice: Flayn, whose neck is bent at an unnatural angle, stares at him sightlessly from a position of repose on the dining room table. Her hands are neatly folded over her chest, almost like she's been set up for viewing at a funeral.
Below her on the floor lies Souji, choking around a mouthful of blood, unable to even reach Sieghart's way.]