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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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[dutifuldaughter]

Clar finds him, not meaning to, and drops her basket to check his pulse at his throat - ridiculous thought, but it's best to be through isn't it? yes, best to be through -

She sits down at his feet, watching him intently. Anyone's guess what she's thinking.

[inglewoodblues]

"What's to be done?" Ragnelle says, standing behind her--a simple question, simply asked.

[dutifuldaughter]

Clar shakes her head. Keeps watching.

[inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle, then, goes over to the other side of the body and looks at it thoughfully.

[dutifuldaughter]

"Won't move."

[inglewoodblues]

"Aye, I see it."

[dutifuldaughter]

"No. No, no, me."

[inglewoodblues]

She nods, then.

"Bring aught?"

[dutifuldaughter]

"Wolf's bane. Naught, Ragnelle, naught, only... only things - I will not, to him."

[inglewoodblues]

"I know. Will he live again?"

[dutifuldaughter]

"I know naught. Naught."

[inglewoodblues]

"Nor I."

[dutifuldaughter]

Clar is shaking. Her hands tighten in on themselves. "Wait."

[inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle is still.

[blind_judgment]

Pulse, yes, he knew there was something he had forgotten, but he was a law student, not a medical student, and--

"Can--you do anything?"

Typist: Forgive me, intruding on you because I don't think Mordred's replies will be very verbose. "*is dead*" "*goes on being dead*" "*rots"* and the like.

[dutifuldaughter]

"Could bind him. Make him a ghost. Won't." She doesn't look at Justitia.