( Shock is an amazing state of mind. Numbed from most of the reactions she might have had, Mia instead looks to Sharpe as he keeps speaking, about to object that the dead couldn't be walking, there weren't that many channelers in the city.
It's with unnatural calm that she walks to the alley as he asks, politely flinching as the shots begin again. Once there, she tries to brush more of something that was once inside somebody off her coat. Mia succeeds in smearing it around, finally looking away to rest one shoulder against the wall.
Oh. Look. Bodies are losing parts. It was nothing like on screen, with he dramatics and the extra blood that made no sense coming out of bodies in the first place. Yet it's so visceral like this, disturbing on a level Mia doesn't choose to name before she looks away.
Heart racing, eyes wide, it takes her a few seconds to process what Sharpe is asking. When she finally speaks, she braces one hand against the wall. )
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It's with unnatural calm that she walks to the alley as he asks, politely flinching as the shots begin again. Once there, she tries to brush more of something that was once inside somebody off her coat. Mia succeeds in smearing it around, finally looking away to rest one shoulder against the wall.
Oh. Look. Bodies are losing parts. It was nothing like on screen, with he dramatics and the extra blood that made no sense coming out of bodies in the first place. Yet it's so visceral like this, disturbing on a level Mia doesn't choose to name before she looks away.
Heart racing, eyes wide, it takes her a few seconds to process what Sharpe is asking. When she finally speaks, she braces one hand against the wall. )
Ah, my... apartment, we can -- in the Hold.