[ It's in a hallway, rather far down in the ship and somewhere almost quiet. He'd taken to wandering through them, patrolling but mostly due to boredom or some strange urge to just move. Things have been disconnected for a while now, and he doesn't realize what's happening until it's far too late.
Seraphim's name is on the tip of his tongue when he sees her, but it's-- The body is hers, and what's inside is not. It causes him to freeze, to draw up short, and the fear is real on his face as he looks at her (Him), feeling it quiver straight through his grace and to the very core of him.
There is nothing to say, nothing he can do except stand and wait for whatever is about to happen. ]
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Seraphim's name is on the tip of his tongue when he sees her, but it's-- The body is hers, and what's inside is not. It causes him to freeze, to draw up short, and the fear is real on his face as he looks at her (Him), feeling it quiver straight through his grace and to the very core of him.
There is nothing to say, nothing he can do except stand and wait for whatever is about to happen. ]