[This was far from the first corpse he’d come across. Death was a matter of course in the Association; mages fought and killed each other all the time. But the smell of blood never failed to make him feel violently ill, no matter how calm he forced himself to look.]
That’s Second Magic for you.
[It all came down to compartmentalizing. Ground oneself with the living, break the situation down into what could be done and what steps to take. The emotional response would be later, when it wouldn’t interfere.]
You don’t have to force yourself, Fujimaru. [He lifted the sunglasses he wore to rest on his head, looking over the corpse in what was probably a forced demeanor of clinical calm.] I can find one of the others to help so you don’t need to get your hands quite this dirty.
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That’s Second Magic for you.
[It all came down to compartmentalizing. Ground oneself with the living, break the situation down into what could be done and what steps to take. The emotional response would be later, when it wouldn’t interfere.]
You don’t have to force yourself, Fujimaru. [He lifted the sunglasses he wore to rest on his head, looking over the corpse in what was probably a forced demeanor of clinical calm.] I can find one of the others to help so you don’t need to get your hands quite this dirty.