[A strange calm settles over him, numbing out his emotions and letting only his thoughts in. Okay. Belarus was the victim. He'd been expecting Anya since she was the deadweight, but truth be told, he's almost relieved; as guilty as it makes him feel, he'd rather the teenager live than the country who's already been alive for a thousand years - plus Belarus always struck him as someone who might go off the hinges and become a killer herself. She died with her eyes open, so she hadn't been knocked out. Blood loss? Or something else? The pinkish liquid around her mouth wasn't in line with coughing up blood from internal injuries - he's seen first hand that the blood in that case would be a dark red, nowhere near as light as this.
He makes a note of all this, memorizing the grisly scene in front of him and burning it into his mind, before he calmly makes his way to the sink and just as calmly empties what little is in his stomach into it.]
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He makes a note of all this, memorizing the grisly scene in front of him and burning it into his mind, before he calmly makes his way to the sink and just as calmly empties what little is in his stomach into it.]