Two Eyes Cenote oh, anytime.

again, the wretch’s voice—summoning him, this time.
he stirs from his slumber and finds himself outside, not far from qiao’s quarters. a miserable ache plagues his mind. it takes him a moment to recollect last night’s trauma. he can’t recall how he ended up back here.
dark water. blood. a severed tail.
his heart begins to race again.
but he cannot find it within him to feel any sort of emotion whatsoever. the surge of grief had torn him apart so badly that when he collected himself, he had put the pieces back in a way that was wrong and altogether dysfunctional. the wound; now cauterized.
riot gets up, seeing qiao draw near.
he knew rowdy’s fate. he knew qiao would lead him to the slaughter. 
the boy approaches in his usual plain demeanor and waits for the hag to spit up his gruel. 
his eyes are reddened and jaded.