kindness isn't a transaction, he says, and she thinks about that, looking down at her hands. at her remaining limbs. it makes her laugh a bit when he brings it up, just a little huff of a sound, but it's something.]
... I can't promise anything. [she says, finally, picking the dried gore off of her fingers.] But I'll do my best to keep my limbs.
[seeing you like this, he says, and she just kind of exhales, trying not to breathe too much of it in.]
Do you want to know something ridiculous? I don't like the smell of blood.
[she's an asssasin and yet. it makes her feel sick.]
he smiles, even if it's only got as much humor as her laugh. they're doing their best. ]
It'd be more ridiculous if you liked it!
[ what she really needs is to be thrown in the one working shower for three hours, but for now he goes to fetch one of those small, metal washbasins that come with hospitals, and a small towel, which he douses and wrings out as he speaks. ]
Here, give me your hands. [ he can at least clean those off. ] I don't think it's bad to find it unpleasant, no matter how often you've seen it. You said you're used to—so many terrible things. Isn't it good, that you never became used to blood?
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kindness isn't a transaction, he says, and she thinks about that, looking down at her hands. at her remaining limbs. it makes her laugh a bit when he brings it up, just a little huff of a sound, but it's something.]
... I can't promise anything. [she says, finally, picking the dried gore off of her fingers.] But I'll do my best to keep my limbs.
[seeing you like this, he says, and she just kind of exhales, trying not to breathe too much of it in.]
Do you want to know something ridiculous? I don't like the smell of blood.
[she's an asssasin and yet. it makes her feel sick.]
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he smiles, even if it's only got as much humor as her laugh. they're doing their best. ]
It'd be more ridiculous if you liked it!
[ what she really needs is to be thrown in the one working shower for three hours, but for now he goes to fetch one of those small, metal washbasins that come with hospitals, and a small towel, which he douses and wrings out as he speaks. ]
Here, give me your hands. [ he can at least clean those off. ] I don't think it's bad to find it unpleasant, no matter how often you've seen it. You said you're used to—so many terrible things. Isn't it good, that you never became used to blood?