Once the guard had taken the Jacket the boy had handle soundly, he had slip away, before any could thank him, even though he had been one of the loud ones calling for blood. He made it far enough that aetherical travel could not be seen from Lisma court. He arrive at Blackbrush station, mixing quickly with the other adventurers and trades men/women. He grab a bucket, dipping to fill it from the water trough that the Chocobos drank from. He slip into the brushes, washing the dye out as quickly as he could, washing the tears to ran down his face, the stench as his stomach lost what little he had eaten. He could never wash away what he said about his friend, the blood he call for, even as he try to help and keep his family name out of the trial business.
It took him a moment to wrap the daggers, hiding them back into the robe after he pull in back on. He had already free his tail from where he had bind it with ropes, hiding the hat he had used to hide his ears in the pack. He wish he had time to completely wash the black dye from his hair and to change robes. He could only hope that none would be the wiser and connect him to 'him'. John arrive late to the Stone, quickly hiding the daggers in his pack, and pulling out Kit's book, telling her in whispers not to speak about what had happen at the trial. He push away the memories of the trail, what he had said to the Jacket guarding the door so that he would be ignore. He pushed away the memories of the weight of the dagger as it easily slips from it's hiding place, to cut the bowstring when the Jacket had try to kill Fabebe when the verdict clear her and Khyran of the charges. He pushed away the turning in his stomach as he realize that if he hadn't turn the dagger to the handle, he could have easily kill the man.
He wanted to be sick again as Khyran's exhausted voice came over the Pearl, reminding him that he had to keep playing the part or the concern but in the dark friend. That 'John' had been in Ul'dah and did not know that Khyran and Fabebe had almost died at Khy's own brother's hand.
He hated himself for what he had to do in the name of family.
It took him a moment to wrap the daggers, hiding them back into the robe after he pull in back on. He had already free his tail from where he had bind it with ropes, hiding the hat he had used to hide his ears in the pack. He wish he had time to completely wash the black dye from his hair and to change robes. He could only hope that none would be the wiser and connect him to 'him'. John arrive late to the Stone, quickly hiding the daggers in his pack, and pulling out Kit's book, telling her in whispers not to speak about what had happen at the trial. He push away the memories of the trail, what he had said to the Jacket guarding the door so that he would be ignore. He pushed away the memories of the weight of the dagger as it easily slips from it's hiding place, to cut the bowstring when the Jacket had try to kill Fabebe when the verdict clear her and Khyran of the charges. He pushed away the turning in his stomach as he realize that if he hadn't turn the dagger to the handle, he could have easily kill the man.
He wanted to be sick again as Khyran's exhausted voice came over the Pearl, reminding him that he had to keep playing the part or the concern but in the dark friend. That 'John' had been in Ul'dah and did not know that Khyran and Fabebe had almost died at Khy's own brother's hand.
He hated himself for what he had to do in the name of family.
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