[Again, there's the slight inclination of his head as he sniffs at the air, the subtle stink of illness that taints it, and he nods with a certainty that runs bone-deep. Whatever this is, whatever caused it, it didn't arise from nowhere.]
I'll say.
[The last word has only just finished forming on his lips when something in the distance catches at his attention, heightened vision letting him see further and clearer than any ordinary human could, and though it's still a way off, still indistinct, there's definitely the first indication of movement. His body pulls taut like a bow waiting to be released, a dog on point, and he lifts a hand in the direction of the movement, meaning to catch Julius' attention.]
Over there. Do you see?
[And there's something in his voice, now. The smallest thrill of excitement. Yes people will die. Preferably, at least some of them, at his hands.]
no subject
I'll say.
[The last word has only just finished forming on his lips when something in the distance catches at his attention, heightened vision letting him see further and clearer than any ordinary human could, and though it's still a way off, still indistinct, there's definitely the first indication of movement. His body pulls taut like a bow waiting to be released, a dog on point, and he lifts a hand in the direction of the movement, meaning to catch Julius' attention.]
Over there. Do you see?
[And there's something in his voice, now. The smallest thrill of excitement. Yes people will die. Preferably, at least some of them, at his hands.]