YOUR CHOICES DON’T MATTER // mutation + injury

[arcy]

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Blood ... troubled Link. Not blood itself -- just the unsettling realization of its origins, its purpose, what caused it to spill. It came from a person, and without it, they'd die. ... Hence why Link hadn't hesitated to follow after Orpheus, pawsteps making no sound.
Kris is bleeding. This is as troubling as ever -- he didn't know the child, but he did know that they didn't normally have horns. Not that it was hard to piece together, with the way the horns protrude from their head, bleeding. Orpheus is dealing with Kris -- Link, meanwhile, surveys the room.
There's a knife on the desk. Why would a child have a knife? His ears lay briefly back as he moves to investigate, sniffing at it. A cut on the eye -- Kris wouldn't have caused that themselves, would they? But he .. can't pick up any other scents. Softly, he turns. "Wh' happened?" He manages to break out, voice hoarse and hard to understand. As much as he'd like to say nothing, as per usual, making dog noises next to a knife wasn't the ideal way to ask questions in important situations. Link would know. He's tried. In different contexts, of course. His gaze focuses on the kitten intently, but is content to wait for however long it takes for them to reply.

"we will not be torn" —-- link / ascendants / misc