fei du's expression - shutters, there. the tap stops, for a moment, and he stares up at the shark with a sort of intensity, dark eyes of the abyss. it feels like time itself stops, at least for him, or like staring off into nothingness, into the very past itself. ]
...How rotten. [ is his response, finally, and this time, the undercurrent of bitter is clear.
a pause.
and then, this time, lacking the delicacy and care of his usual responses, fei du asks, blunt: ] Are you glad he's dead?
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fei du's expression - shutters, there. the tap stops, for a moment, and he stares up at the shark with a sort of intensity, dark eyes of the abyss. it feels like time itself stops, at least for him, or like staring off into nothingness, into the very past itself. ]
...How rotten. [ is his response, finally, and this time, the undercurrent of bitter is clear.
a pause.
and then, this time, lacking the delicacy and care of his usual responses, fei du asks, blunt: ] Are you glad he's dead?