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[illgotten]

Gunshot to the heart, as neat as these things can ever be. He's lying very still and oddly graceless on the immaculate Mansion floor, still with that vaguely stunned expression, and quite beyond resuscitation.

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[blind_judgment]

[Not that Lascelles' typist would mind having his intro spammed, as she is quite gleeful about getting so many responses, but moving on...]

What a coincidence, then, that Justitia should be the first (or, at least, one of the first) to pass this way after Mordred's shooting. He has a book open in his hand, and is reading it as he walks, so that he almost misses the body on the floor - but, as he nearly trips on it, he does manage to notice.

And then notices.

"Wh--oh, he--Mordred! Oh, damn," falling awkwardly to his knees on the floor beside Mordred's body, wishing desperately that they had better curse words in his ard, and dropping his book. "Oh, damn, damn--"

[dutifuldaughter]

Clar does not shift her attention from her brother in the slightest, except to say, "No good swearing now," to Justitia.

[blind_judgment]

"When would have been the right time?"

[dutifuldaughter]

Clar shrugs. "Not now."

[blind_judgment]

He looks desperately from Clarissant to Mordead and back. "Can--is there--"

[dutifuldaughter]

"His heart's all bits."

[blind_judgment]

Niko flinches as though he's been hit, and looks back down at the corpse, which he has, until now, avoided touching at all. Now he touches Mordred's cheek lightly, then closes his eyes for him.

[dutifuldaughter]

"Don't. Don't." Clar's eyes are wide, she looks far less angry than frightened, suddenly panicked. "Don't do that, don't change - "

[blind_judgment]

"--sorry, I--" he stammers, and reaches as if to open them again, but stops just short of touching.