Clemente
Well...that was fast. Clem still feels vaguely sick at the death of the creature, even if he had kept his eyes mostly averted. Only turning back when he's sure the act itself is finished, though he moves forward to help throw it into the sea. That, at least, he can understand. The demise of one thing needing to be purposeful and meaningful, to help those beneath it on the ladder. Clem was kept alive by such a circle of life once upon a time.
"Sounds good, captain!" There's not really anything else for him to do, so he gives a jaunty little wave as Letha takes her leave, and blows a cheeky kiss at Amun in teenage mockery before he goes bouncing off down the shore to explore some more.
-FIN
"Sounds good, captain!" There's not really anything else for him to do, so he gives a jaunty little wave as Letha takes her leave, and blows a cheeky kiss at Amun in teenage mockery before he goes bouncing off down the shore to explore some more.
-FIN
