[ off to pruning! he'll pick up a pair of shears and join him, steady.

he doesn't say anything at first, mostly because shale is too good and vax has been prone to the occasional bout of vengeance, but he also knows that's the truth. sure didn't bring percy back when they ruthlessly merc'd ripley. it took the love of their group and some powerful fucking magic, instead. so, there's just the quiet emotion of recognition, of mulling that over. ]

Knowing catching someone gives them a chance for a little absolution - that's good. [ so. he agrees with that, too.

as for guesses... he snips a bud off. i dont know how to garden. ]

... Hot Pants. Percy said she's got a big spray can. Could've made the... [ he reaches up and puts his free hand up near his own forehead, knocking gently. ] ... And, the fucking blood was a pair of pants, which sounds like a joke.

[ some distant part of him thinks that november

probably thought that was funny ]