Raphael had never seen a dead body—not so up close and personal. It wasn't the sort of thing people like him had to deal with. Both of his parents were alive, and so were all of his sibling who had come after him; he didn't know what he would have expected, but it wasn't this. The thought that this was a person, someone who'd once been full of life, had a personality that was all their own, and likely a family they'd been hoping to go home to... and now they were lying face-down on the floor, and it was like their life had been worth nothing. He'd rather die by spontaneous combustion than have his body left in such a sad state.
When she approached from the side he was still and stiff, his arms pressed tightly against his side and his lips pressed tightly together. He'd thought about death before, but he'd never considered what he would do if he found a dead body. Would blood come rushing out if he tried to lift it? Would the body—(the man, he tried to tell himself; t wasn't some gory prop, but a person someone was probably looking for)—be limp and difficult to carry? Was Yaxley intending to carry it away, or would they leave it for someone to come back for?
"It looks like someone on the kitchen staff," he explained, his voice wavering. "I remember their garments. The coat."
When she approached from the side he was still and stiff, his arms pressed tightly against his side and his lips pressed tightly together. He'd thought about death before, but he'd never considered what he would do if he found a dead body. Would blood come rushing out if he tried to lift it? Would the body—(the man, he tried to tell himself; t wasn't some gory prop, but a person someone was probably looking for)—be limp and difficult to carry? Was Yaxley intending to carry it away, or would they leave it for someone to come back for?
"It looks like someone on the kitchen staff," he explained, his voice wavering. "I remember their garments. The coat."
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