Seamus knew that look in their eyes too well, the mix of awe and fear, like he wasn't even human.
'Well… I'm not,' he thought, turning his head to stare at the corpses scattered across the floor instead.
A light touch on his arm broke the thought. Maria stood there, holding out a folded handkerchief.
"Here. You need this more than I."
He hesitated, but decided to take it. For a second he dared to meet her eyes.
She, like David, tried to hide her worry by fussing over the corpses, but the tension in her shoulders betrayed her.
Sam didn't even bother to hide it, his mouth was still open in shock.
Seamus gave a faint smile and wiped his hands with the cloth she'd given him. He was glad that at least they didn't see him as someone 'different' or 'terrifying'.
The black blood stank, but at least they were used to the smell. They'd have to get used to his powers the same way.
David broke the silence first. He slapped Sam's arm and jerked his chin toward the bodies.
