Varian for once isn’t far. Not so far that he can’t hear people starting to shout. The telltale building thrum of anguish that signals that something terrible has happened. It’s so early, so early-
He staggers into view some distance behind everyone else, not quite close enough to be in the action, but close enough that he can see the wreckage. He can see B’s body, this time. The splintered wood. The blood that almost seems like it could be fake in its sickly brightness. And he can hear the booming voice of the Wizard when he says there will be no trial.
Only people have trials.
Varian turns and runs out, as fast and as hard as his legs can carry him.]
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Varian for once isn’t far. Not so far that he can’t hear people starting to shout. The telltale building thrum of anguish that signals that something terrible has happened. It’s so early, so early-
He staggers into view some distance behind everyone else, not quite close enough to be in the action, but close enough that he can see the wreckage. He can see B’s body, this time. The splintered wood. The blood that almost seems like it could be fake in its sickly brightness. And he can hear the booming voice of the Wizard when he says there will be no trial.
Only people have trials.
Varian turns and runs out, as fast and as hard as his legs can carry him.]