[ It might be surprising that Yomiel makes it in time to see the body with how long it must take him to style his hair, but he does make it to the Central Hub near the end of the hour. When he actually sees the body, though, he freezes. He's seen dead bodies before--he's been one and he's made a few, too, but it's never been like this. He was already dead then, he couldn't smell it, the smell of blood in the air, the way his stomach automatically turns in response to the sight.
He drops to his knees, and the maintenance robots are going to have more to clean up than just the body, because everything in Yomiel's stomach comes back up and spills out over the floor. FunFood's not any more fun coming up than it is going down, but he's not thinking about that. He's not thinking about Seryu, either. His mind's filled instead with images of a little girl shaking her mother's body, the phantom smell of dynamite, a man in a white coat lying in a limp heap.
What has he done?
Revenge? Making them suffer like he did?
What's wrong with him?
Unless somebody sees fit to intervene, he's going to be hunched over here like this for a while. ]
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He drops to his knees, and the maintenance robots are going to have more to clean up than just the body, because everything in Yomiel's stomach comes back up and spills out over the floor. FunFood's not any more fun coming up than it is going down, but he's not thinking about that. He's not thinking about Seryu, either. His mind's filled instead with images of a little girl shaking her mother's body, the phantom smell of dynamite, a man in a white coat lying in a limp heap.
What has he done?
Revenge? Making them suffer like he did?
What's wrong with him?
Unless somebody sees fit to intervene, he's going to be hunched over here like this for a while. ]