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He laid on the ground, his breathing erratic and coming in short, shallow breathes, but it felt like some of his air was leaking or something. And, oh dear Titan, everything hurt, but mainly his face, his face hurt so so bad.
He touched his fingers to it, trying to figure out what it was, then pulled his hand back when he realized his glove was soaked with… something. His skin felt so warm and sticky, he felt lightheaded too.
Then he saw the blood smeared on the floor. And everything clicked into place. When he looked down, he nearly threw up, because a piece of his cheek was on the floor, not attached to his body. His hand went immediately back to his face, and he could feel the teeth beneath his glove. He shakily got onto his knees, and gently lifted the… piece up, transfixed by it, although the only thing he wanted was to look away.
“Get up Hunter, there’s no need to look at the mess you created.” It was the Emperor. But, hadn’t he done this to Hunter? No, no, he’d had to do this, Hunter had forced his hand, he had needed to be punished for his wrongdoings. This was Hunter’s fault, not the Emperor’s. He stood up, trembling, noticing the trail of smeared blood, and the stains and smudges on his armor and cloak, everything. He closed his eyes, and bowed down, feeling the flesh in his hand squish as he balled his fists, and it took all of his strength to not vomit right then and there.
“I apologize for my actions, I should have thought before I acted foolishly. Thank you for punishing me.” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to not listen to the blood drip, drip, drip on the smooth tile.
“Now, leave. I’ll leave someone to clean up this utter mess that you’ve made.” The Emperor turned away from him, dismissing Hunter. He turned tail and hurried away, not wanting to bother his uncle. When he slipped through the giant doors, he pulled his hood back up, put his mask on, and tightened his cloak around him, then ran back to his generously provided bedroom.