[ Vasiliy glances in the direction Falco points, tenses his jaw without realizing he's doing so. He addresses Angelo as he walks as smoothly as he can in the direction of the nearest clearing, where the grass is softer. He'll need to lay his patient down to do this, and more importantly, the boy may need to be restrained by a second party once he starts debriding the wound, centered as it is on such a metropolis of crisscrossing nerves. ]
ยซ How many? ยป
[ He doesn't remember how many cages he saw once he looked up from his own dry heaving. There's just... nothing, a thumbprint smudge on a developing photograph. He doesn't remember, and it's a terrifying realization to have, one that he doesn't have the luxury of addressing right now. ]
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ยซ How many? ยป
[ He doesn't remember how many cages he saw once he looked up from his own dry heaving. There's just... nothing, a thumbprint smudge on a developing photograph. He doesn't remember, and it's a terrifying realization to have, one that he doesn't have the luxury of addressing right now. ]