Date: 2010-09-06 07:52 pm (UTC)
"And Eris as well. He asked-- Saw me angry and thought he'd been too greedy. Asked if I wanted the meat of them as well."

"Mother of God," I say faintly.

"There was too much of him left. I think-- way he spoke of it, he w-was--"

I can imagine what she means, and I feel my stomach turn over. I put my hand on Glass's shoulder and squeeze hard briefly.

"She had him walk me back t'town, small courtesy. Talked a little the way, herbs and cooking, jugging meat. Kate, he thanked me for the recipe."

"He - " And now it's time for my hand to fly to my mouth, feeling a tremble pass through me. Disgust's not a strong enough word now. "Oh, Glass," I say, and my mouth's sour so that I almost want to spit. "Will you see to him, when the sheriff has finished with him?" I think she will; Glass's sense of duty is strong. But I wouldn't blame her if she refused, not so much to refuse him peace but because the idea of sliding up your mind against that - I know Glass has seen many horrible things, but this might be the worst.

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