[ As the man tugs the shovel away from the gravedigger, Misha takes another step backwards, quickly realising how fast this situation could turn around on him – he could run, he should run. The man is knocked unconscious with startling ease at the hit to his head. When the shovel is thrown to one side, Misha visibly flinches as it hits the headstone.
He wishes he could be relieved that the shovel has been discarded; that at least he won't be on the receiving end of it, but this man is massive compared to himself and that thought alone is scarier than having a shovel swung at him. ]
Please, I– Who?
[ The statement gives him pause, cuts off his attempted plea short. He points a finger to the man on the ground, questioningly, but without waiting he continues on. ]
I thought he was someone else. But… He's not, he's just some guy. I made a mistake.
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He wishes he could be relieved that the shovel has been discarded; that at least he won't be on the receiving end of it, but this man is massive compared to himself and that thought alone is scarier than having a shovel swung at him. ]
Please, I– Who?
[ The statement gives him pause, cuts off his attempted plea short. He points a finger to the man on the ground, questioningly, but without waiting he continues on. ]
I thought he was someone else. But… He's not, he's just some guy. I made a mistake.