[ Vax is my character now, I guess. His whole right arm is marred, much like her own, but more severe—and yet, he's still trying to push its limits with some dagger tricks.
His expression is dark, grim, like his thoughts aren't on how the knife spins between his burnt fingers. It stops when he hears her voice. ]
Vin?
[ After all that happened in that forsaken camp, he can't find it in himself to use nicknames. ]
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His expression is dark, grim, like his thoughts aren't on how the knife spins between his burnt fingers. It stops when he hears her voice. ]
Vin?
[ After all that happened in that forsaken camp, he can't find it in himself to use nicknames. ]