Lake Rodney only the dead have seen the end of war

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There is a moment of calm. Then, as the stranger looks him over, there is an unease that slips in to the lilac of the stranger's gaze; an apprehension rooted to the noose around his neck. He can see the calculations going on in the stranger and was aware of the tensing of their body, wondering vaguely if they'd leave him now - but they linger, they speak. Mou is grateful for the company even if they aren't so sure of things.

Their question brings a sad look to his sallow face, and another shake of his head - but partway through the motion he stops, lifts his chin. Flashes the ugly pink scar that wraps around his throat just beyond the collar. Some explanation is there, but to point out the obvious he opens his mouth and chuffs - nothing coming from his mouth, like a silent sneeze.