Ellie nods again, her eyes sticking on Sylvie's face for longer than is strictly polite, like she's unpacking something there, but abruptly turns her attention back to the dead man. She stays squatting, slips her hands under the backs of his shoulders and locks her hands.
"Yep, on three. One, two-"
They lift the body up, carry it over to the cart. She doesn't struggle too much with the weight, but she stares for a moment at the jumbled pile of limbs. Somehow, she thought war would look different. Instead, it's hauntingly familiar.
Shaking her head, she turns back to Sylvie, sticks out a bloodstained hand.
"Ellie. I'd say this is a shitty way to meet someone but I've had loads worse, so."
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Ellie nods again, her eyes sticking on Sylvie's face for longer than is strictly polite, like she's unpacking something there, but abruptly turns her attention back to the dead man. She stays squatting, slips her hands under the backs of his shoulders and locks her hands.
"Yep, on three. One, two-"
They lift the body up, carry it over to the cart. She doesn't struggle too much with the weight, but she stares for a moment at the jumbled pile of limbs. Somehow, she thought war would look different. Instead, it's hauntingly familiar.
Shaking her head, she turns back to Sylvie, sticks out a bloodstained hand.
"Ellie. I'd say this is a shitty way to meet someone but I've had loads worse, so."