[For once, Vigil doesn't startle when Otto snaps at him, just accepting the biting retort with calm. And okay, he's mostly just anxious and worried about the prisoner in front of him. It's really the first time he's seen someone choking like that-- is that how the prisoners look when they're eventually hanged? Gasping for air and pleading for it to stop? No, that's not how it works, because the execution should be instantaneous via the neck breaking--
The thought makes him grimace, any color from his face draining further, although he manages to ask Otto a question.]
W-what happened to your neck?
[The bruise is somehow familiar though. Subconsciously, he brings a hand up to his own neck, almost expecting to find a collar there. He feels nothing but his own skin, but something still bothers him... and he can't keep his eyes off the red mark around Otto.]
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The thought makes him grimace, any color from his face draining further, although he manages to ask Otto a question.]
W-what happened to your neck?
[The bruise is somehow familiar though. Subconsciously, he brings a hand up to his own neck, almost expecting to find a collar there. He feels nothing but his own skin, but something still bothers him... and he can't keep his eyes off the red mark around Otto.]