blood like mercury

Byll was hellbent on finding this man. She fully believed there was no distracting herself until there was a voice. Her own ugly snout, ridden in fresh dirt and old blood both, pointed like an accusatory finger toward the other. Byll inhaled a heavy amount of air, and when she could not detect her brother on the other, she moved to turn toward the other. "Yes," she retorts, her eyes scanning the other as though looking for some sort of sign.

Byll could not decide if the other had taken him. She was crazed, and she was trying to determine the likelihood of whether or not the other had him. "You are looking for something," she speaks, though it is unclear as to whether it was a statement or a question. "So are we."