Herian exhales, mercy, as she leans over the body, swallowing the feeling of nausea at the sight of writhing maggots. These people were not granted mercy in their lives. Perhaps in death the Maker can grant them peace. She makes herself look at the person's face, tries to imagine what they looked like when they were alive, who they were, before drawing back, standing, and leaning out into the hallway.
"Councillor LeBlanc? I think your seeing this might grant us insight, but cannot do justice in words the suffering these people have been exposed to."
no subject
Herian exhales, mercy, as she leans over the body, swallowing the feeling of nausea at the sight of writhing maggots. These people were not granted mercy in their lives. Perhaps in death the Maker can grant them peace. She makes herself look at the person's face, tries to imagine what they looked like when they were alive, who they were, before drawing back, standing, and leaning out into the hallway.
"Councillor LeBlanc? I think your seeing this might grant us insight, but cannot do justice in words the suffering these people have been exposed to."