[ The feed cuts in on just a shaky, blood-stained hand, covering the lens, pressing the comm against the floor with a scraping noise. When it draws away, it leaves a few slight smears of blood, none of which are thick enough to obscure the body of
dogabuse, lying face down on the tile floor, covered in blood. Heine himself in just barely visible in the corner of the frame. There are dark smudges, obviously blood, on his face and in his hair. He gets to his feet unsteadily, leaving the comm behind him on the ground, gun dropping out of his hand to land with a clatter beside the comm. ]
Fuck. Fuck.
[ He presses his hands to his eyes, then bends to grab both gun and comm from the floor. For a minute, it’s just Heine’s palm covering the lens again, before the feed cuts out. ]
ooc | replies will be sporadic, and from heine alone.