[She doesn't immediately answer, her eyes scanning the area. The blood looks tacky, as though not completely dry; he likely hadn't been there long. There's a box, a blood-soaked map and another paper, as well as broken crayons scattered about.
She steps around the body, sinking to a squat near Truth's head. She reaches forward to close his eyes, gently letting her thumb brush the bridge of his nose.]
no subject
She steps around the body, sinking to a squat near Truth's head. She reaches forward to close his eyes, gently letting her thumb brush the bridge of his nose.]
Yeah. His name was Truth.