[The anxiety in his chest only unfurls slightly. The thought of Clara having to kill anyone fills him with a dread that he hasn't felt in a while. He's always tried to be the one to make the difficult choice for people knowing the kind of burdens taking a human life brings. As much as he's wanted rest, he can't help but think that he'd rather be here to protect her from those things as best he can.
His grip doesn't loosen and his gaze doesn't leave hers.]
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His grip doesn't loosen and his gaze doesn't leave hers.]
Has anyone seen the bodies?