“Dirt washes off more easily than blood”

“He'd dust the dirt off with his fingers, wash it in his mouth so it came lean off his tongue like a language.”

“Why, I’m just as true and honest as dirt. And I’m even more charming than dirt.”

“Prime area for something nasty to wait for prey. Bring it. I’ve got time to wash blood off my boots.’ - Evalle”

“No one said anything. The midday heat beat down on them, baking their bodies within the oven of clothes long since gone stiff with sweat and dirt, their minds as tired as their expectations. Hawk couldn't remember his last real bath. None of them had done more than wash off a little dirt and cool down their faces at the end of each day's trek since they had set out. Before that, things hadn't been much better. Food was growing scarce, too. Time was as thin as hope.”

“Trench dirt didn't always wash out, I am sure.”