He didn't drag like a limp doll, there was still some strange excitement in his step as she took him away. In the back of his mind he knew it was Ariadne, but nearly eighty percent saw her as a new creature. As if seeing her for the first time. The darkness had cracked into his alternate side.
Her hands were a soft contrast to his bloodied ones. "So fair, so sad you are..." he stopped her holding her hands together and kissing the tops of her knuckles.
His hair was matted down in blood, his cheeks still flush with his own wine.