[Fuminori is standing knee deep in the Nile o' blood. He watches the water go past, then looks at the sky, then around at the plague-ridden landscape.
Then he laughs. At first just quietly to himself, then hard enough that he has to bend over hugging his stomach, though the actual volume doesn't rise all that much.
He's starting to realize just how much this place is going to screw with his already screwed up head and he just has to laugh because any other reaction would probably involve drowning himself.]
Then he laughs. At first just quietly to himself, then hard enough that he has to bend over hugging his stomach, though the actual volume doesn't rise all that much.
He's starting to realize just how much this place is going to screw with his already screwed up head and he just has to laugh because any other reaction would probably involve drowning himself.]