[It's not a good idea, but what choice do they have? They can't leave the body alone- who knows what could happen to it while they're away, and Ronan doesn't want anyone to stumble across it and think the worst. They could wrap it up somehow and take it with them, or make a detour into the river and sink it there, but that seems improper somehow, lacking in respect, and it drives a sour taste into Ronan's tongue.
Adam seems resolute, but he's distracted, Ronan can tell that much- and how couldn't he be? He shot something that wears his own face in cold blood, not without reason, but... still. It's unnerving and as much as Ronan wants to be considerate, he needs to be away from it too.
He still hesitates, imagining what it would be like to be left alone with your own corpse- but he doesn't have to imagine very hard because he's been there- and maybe it's that, moreso than anything else, that strikes flint into his heart and makes his shoulders square up.]
I'll be quick.
[He promises, glancing back downward before taking his jacket off quickly and kneeling next to the dead creature, laying the fabric of it over its head and gaping chest. So that anyone who happens across them won't recognize it. So that Adam doesn't have to look at it. So that- maybe some part of this can be hidden.
Ronan leaves then, moving for their house as quickly as he can. Sprinting would put him out of breath so he doesn't, but he moves fast, hoping that Adam will be able to handle being left with Aspen and the doppleganger's corpse for however long it takes Ronan to come back.]
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[It's not a good idea, but what choice do they have? They can't leave the body alone- who knows what could happen to it while they're away, and Ronan doesn't want anyone to stumble across it and think the worst. They could wrap it up somehow and take it with them, or make a detour into the river and sink it there, but that seems improper somehow, lacking in respect, and it drives a sour taste into Ronan's tongue.
Adam seems resolute, but he's distracted, Ronan can tell that much- and how couldn't he be? He shot something that wears his own face in cold blood, not without reason, but... still. It's unnerving and as much as Ronan wants to be considerate, he needs to be away from it too.
He still hesitates, imagining what it would be like to be left alone with your own corpse- but he doesn't have to imagine very hard because he's been there- and maybe it's that, moreso than anything else, that strikes flint into his heart and makes his shoulders square up.]
I'll be quick.
[He promises, glancing back downward before taking his jacket off quickly and kneeling next to the dead creature, laying the fabric of it over its head and gaping chest. So that anyone who happens across them won't recognize it. So that Adam doesn't have to look at it. So that- maybe some part of this can be hidden.
Ronan leaves then, moving for their house as quickly as he can. Sprinting would put him out of breath so he doesn't, but he moves fast, hoping that Adam will be able to handle being left with Aspen and the doppleganger's corpse for however long it takes Ronan to come back.]