Re: Misha B/Damian W
[To the man's credit, he did not flinch when the scene changed. He was not entertaining some false security or a lack of interest. No, Damian was entirely alert. But, he did not jump. The longer the spiel went on, the more that seemed an achievement. Because what was presented to him in this sudden vision was a horror. The gore did not unsettle him as much as the stink of it, but, though he would not allow himself the softness of thinking so, he was only human.
When it ended, he sat quietly in the throng of felines. They seemed to sense something was off and with spooked eyes, they observed the Wainright heir from a greater distance than normal.—Perhaps it was a simple memory recall, but the brush of the wings he recognized before he was conscious he was making any connection whatsoever.
He hid the uncertainty he felt, even from himself, and he spoke aloud, to the cats' collection dismay. Some dashed away at the sudden broach of sound.] You are infected? [If no answer came, he typed the same.]