[he's not sure if there's any sort of expectation he has from leon in terms of how to react; if there is one that's underlying, it doesn't show on stahn's face when he looks up at leon.
his expression is still many things, though. it's remorseful, it's shaken, maybe a little sad and broken, but not much else. the truth is that stahn doesn't regret putting an end to the robots. it was necessary, and he did what he had to do.
but the way his sword plunged through the first, and the way his movements connected on that final fury—they both felt as real as human flesh. it felt just like ending a life with his own two hands, and it reminds stahn a little too much about how the fight with baruk ended. the fury completely left his body once there was nothing for him to fight or protect, and now all he's left with is that feeling he's come to be familiar with but also hate with every fiber of his being.
how do other people take lives so easily? it's not something stahn can understand, and it's likely something he'll never be able to.
he tries to shake that thought as leon asks his question though, and his gaze averts slightly. it's hard to look at leon after having done what he did, especially when it's his own fault leon got stuck in the middle of it all.]
It's just a few cuts and scratches. [the blade of the bot definitely connected a few times, but hardly enough for any serious injuries. most of his stance right now just comes from being completely overwhelmed by what happened.]
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his expression is still many things, though. it's remorseful, it's shaken, maybe a little sad and broken, but not much else. the truth is that stahn doesn't regret putting an end to the robots. it was necessary, and he did what he had to do.
but the way his sword plunged through the first, and the way his movements connected on that final fury—they both felt as real as human flesh. it felt just like ending a life with his own two hands, and it reminds stahn a little too much about how the fight with baruk ended. the fury completely left his body once there was nothing for him to fight or protect, and now all he's left with is that feeling he's come to be familiar with but also hate with every fiber of his being.
how do other people take lives so easily? it's not something stahn can understand, and it's likely something he'll never be able to.
he tries to shake that thought as leon asks his question though, and his gaze averts slightly. it's hard to look at leon after having done what he did, especially when it's his own fault leon got stuck in the middle of it all.]
It's just a few cuts and scratches. [the blade of the bot definitely connected a few times, but hardly enough for any serious injuries. most of his stance right now just comes from being completely overwhelmed by what happened.]