[ His lips are cracked with burn marks, ash coating the corner of his lips. The embers were dull and dying, all he can do is shoot up a glare into the sky. Fuck you, sun.
His eyebrows knit upward as the Hunters rush over, an awkward sense of pride swelling into his heart. They all rush around him, but he waves them off, digging in his pocket for a handkerchief to wipe away at his lips. ]
It's — it's simply something the next facilitator can expect if they become loose lipped.
[ Perhaps it was also a display? A final warning. ]
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His eyebrows knit upward as the Hunters rush over, an awkward sense of pride swelling into his heart. They all rush around him, but he waves them off, digging in his pocket for a handkerchief to wipe away at his lips. ]
It's — it's simply something the next facilitator can expect if they become loose lipped.
[ Perhaps it was also a display? A final warning. ]
It's fine, children. This will pass.