[Scorpia has stopped down beside the body. It's overwhelming enough that her legs feel weak and she needs to breathe. She keeps her eyes averted from the body and focused on the video feed. On Abby, who is still alive and about to have her heart broken.]
H-he... He...
[Again, her voice is shaky. She has trouble vocalizing the concept. Saying it outright sounds impossible. During most situations, she's have streams of things to say, full of words that would stumble over each other. But now, it's like that part of her doesn't exist, as she grapples for any words to use at all.
In the end, her eyes avert downwards, and she announces it with a frightened whisper.]
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H-he... He...
[Again, her voice is shaky. She has trouble vocalizing the concept. Saying it outright sounds impossible. During most situations, she's have streams of things to say, full of words that would stumble over each other. But now, it's like that part of her doesn't exist, as she grapples for any words to use at all.
In the end, her eyes avert downwards, and she announces it with a frightened whisper.]
...He's down.