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[ First glances indicate nothing out of the ordinary with the Remnant. As always, Yazoo appears calm, collected and unruffled; if there's a slight pallor to his already light skin then it's very, very subtle ... and he's choosing not to dwell on the shadowed half-moons beneath his eyes. Dusty leather has been cleaned, tangled hair has been smoothed-all traces of the first clash between Chaos and Cosmos appear to have been brushed off and swept away.
It would take a highly trained ear to recognize the carefully controlled tightness in his voice as strain, and just a lick of boldness to call him on his pain. A hidden wound, perhaps? Deep tissue damage? Yazoo's not about to let on, nor make it a priority. Instead, the beginnings of a cruel smile flicker around the corners of his lips; ]
That wasn't so bad, now, was it ... ?
[ But his features soon relax into his usual expression of disinterest, and when he speaks again his words are soft, sweet, and utterly black. ]
Congratulations, Cosmos.
It would take a highly trained ear to recognize the carefully controlled tightness in his voice as strain, and just a lick of boldness to call him on his pain. A hidden wound, perhaps? Deep tissue damage? Yazoo's not about to let on, nor make it a priority. Instead, the beginnings of a cruel smile flicker around the corners of his lips; ]
That wasn't so bad, now, was it ... ?
[ But his features soon relax into his usual expression of disinterest, and when he speaks again his words are soft, sweet, and utterly black. ]
Congratulations, Cosmos.