[ He asks it with a grimace, screwing his eyes shut and holding a hand against his side. Stupid, maybe, to take his eyes off her, but considering his position, considering he’s got no earthly clue as to how long he’s been here or how long he’s been so vulnerable, he figures he’s safe enough, for the moment. He’s clearly been cared for, for some reason; some misplaced sense of charity, maybe.
He coughs, wincing again as it pulls at his wound. ]
‘Cause I feel like I’ve been trampled five times over.
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[ He asks it with a grimace, screwing his eyes shut and holding a hand against his side. Stupid, maybe, to take his eyes off her, but considering his position, considering he’s got no earthly clue as to how long he’s been here or how long he’s been so vulnerable, he figures he’s safe enough, for the moment. He’s clearly been cared for, for some reason; some misplaced sense of charity, maybe.
He coughs, wincing again as it pulls at his wound. ]
‘Cause I feel like I’ve been trampled five times over.