vax'ildan hears the strain in percy's voice, and as though no time has passed since his death, he reaches up to cup his cheek, stroking at his bottom lid to wipe away whatever tears may gather there.

percy still smells the same. like gunpowder and his cologne, something made in whitestone. he's a little damp, but otherwise just the same, all nobility and stature. even like this, he still manages to look distinguished, and vax can't help but break into a small smile as he looks him up and down. a smile, despite those killer words, vex isn't here.

"you look like shit."