"Who's there?"
A voice from the dark. A survivor, probably hunting wounded or bodies. I turned; the man stepped back.
"Your eyes..." he whispered.
My eyes? I couldn't see them, but his fear told me something had changed when I took over.
"Just a soldier," I said, testing my voice. Lower than Kurō's, rougher.
"Your eyes are red. Red as blood."
A sign. The body marked by its new owner. That could be a problem. Or interesting.
"Trick of the light," I said.
"There's no light to trick."
Good point. Killing him would be easy, but a hassle.
"Then you're seeing things. The battle was rough."
He backed away, hand on his sword. "You were dead. I saw you fall. You took a spear through the gut."
"Did I?" I looked at the ripped armor, the stains. "Must have missed the important organ."
I walked past him, Kurō's sword over my shoulder, testing balance. Everything required more attention than I'd expected.
"What are you?" he called.
