Fading to Dust
Xie would think that the twins cold, if it wasn't for the fact that she knew better. The twins were perhaps a bit too grounded into the reality of their chosen life. Fuko with his hands behind him as he gave her and Dylan their space where as Moko leaned against her shield, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths.
Xie would think the twins cold if it wasn't for the shattered tree and the dead Grimm that now laid around them. If it wasn't for the fact that she knew better. She just wished she could be as composed as they were instead of crying into the blood stained vest of their team leader.
She didn't know what was more tragic. That her fist instance of death had to be somebody she cared so much for, or that the twins already had so much of it that they seemed to have become numbed to it.












