sootprints | PC: Scaramouche

[Her sooting... He frowns, crossing his arms over his chest.]

Were you able to take any of them out?

[ a sooty nod. ]

Before they killed you, at least, though it seems like they still managed to do a fair amount of damage.

... They didn't kill us... We won.

[ though she sounds a little conflicted about that. ]

[He's noticing the conflicting vibes and arching a brow.]

Winning is a good thing, typically.

It seemed right at the time, but I think it left a bad aftertaste.

Ah. So something had altered your mind.