Sly watched as Fog moved away, the limp ferret dangling in her mouth and her eyes vacant. Every part of her body seemed wasted away in that moment and heavy with the fatigue of emotion. A burden was overcast upon the teacher. Still, he was glad he would not have to fight her from leaving her mother’s side. “Go home quickly and do not do anything stupid.” He called out, wanting to make sure she did not risk her own life because of her mother.
Thinking that was suffice it for now and that would be the length of his duty, the rest placed on her and her will to live and cope, he turned back to look at the deceased. “…….” He sighed. He hated to think it, but he was glad it wasn’t someone he knew. Breathing out, he started to circle the body, uneased by the smell of an animal that was of his own kind and the inside workings of a Sentinel’s body that should not be known or seen by another Sentinel. Organs, blood, and tissue. The animals had done their work. Would this be how he looked when he died? Would anyone notice his death? Would they mourn? Probably now. Rejoicing seemed more likely.
Swallowing, Sly was glad he was the only one about as he suffered from his own uneased stomach. Using will, he started to lift the body, something that was hard onto itself and he found that the Sentinel barely moved, lifting up slightly before Sly’s will gave out and it fell with a sickening flop to the ground. The limp weight of the body hitting the ground again was enough to make him turn around and take a minute for composure. Will would not work to move the body.
Not liking the idea, he moved closer, watching as a few flies move away. Reaching over, he took a part of the Sentinel’s body into his mouth, tasking dirt and a metallic taste he wasn’t going to concentrate on to define and using his will, started to move the body away from where the animals were eating. He’d find a place to hide her, in some leaves and a crevice, so she could rot away and not be picked clean. At least not by any small animals. If a larger animal came, he hoped they would be merciful enough to eat the Sentinel whole and not leave any saddening reminders to make Fog return to and mourn over. Still, being untouched was better. With the storm, there was no lack of debris from the fallen trees and leaves and he spotted a collection of branches and broken bark that would do perfectly to hide the body, cover, and protect. Pausing, he gave himself a moment to rest as he restored his Will before again moving over. He could fell the way his Will held onto the body and how heavy it was. So this was how a dead body felt? Sly wasn’t happy to have this knowledge.
