He stops, trembling, clenching his fists so hard that blue and red light wicks upward from the gauntlets on his hands. After a couple breaths he utters an incoherent sound, clapping his metal-shod hands to his face so fast that he draws a thin line across his own temple from which little red droplets slowly well up.
"She was killed...." he grates. "By a vampire.... My wife, my Anya...." Though once the floodgates had been forced open he now can't stem the tide. "They burned her body, never even allowed me to see it, to see her one last time...." he sobs. Inwardly he panics, now, terrified that he won't be able to stop, that this being will take advantage of his distress and kill him here and now. He drops his hands and whirls to look at her, his gaze wild in a tear-soaked face. "I would know how it happened! Why it happened!"
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Date: 2019-06-03 05:58 am (UTC)"She was killed...." he grates. "By a vampire.... My wife, my Anya...." Though once the floodgates had been forced open he now can't stem the tide. "They burned her body, never even allowed me to see it, to see her one last time...." he sobs. Inwardly he panics, now, terrified that he won't be able to stop, that this being will take advantage of his distress and kill him here and now. He drops his hands and whirls to look at her, his gaze wild in a tear-soaked face. "I would know how it happened! Why it happened!"