Raizen slowed without meaning to.
The silvery knife in his hand didn't feel heavy, but it didn't feel too light either. The red threads around it kept moving - circling in a way that made his skin itch, like the knife waited for something.
He held it closer to his face, rain pattering on his knuckles, and tried to make sense of it. Elin's voice came back to him - calm, impatient, sovereign-like - telling him what to do and when. The knife wasn't supposed to activate twice. It already did its job. The contract broke. The Ruler died. Everything should've been… Finished.
But the threads stayed. Kenzo kept walking, Enya still thrown over his shoulder like a miniature soldier, hammer hovering at his side. He didn't look worried at all.
Raizen slid the knife back into his sleeve pocket anyway, like hiding it could make the feeling go away. It didn't. He still felt the warmth through the fabric, the faint tremor every few steps, like the blade insisted.
