Oh. [He holds his hands to his face, and...those are scratches. The tears return to his eyes.]
They were- I was-
[He swallows, shakes his head. He can't speak, but he'll unbutton his shirt until his voice returns, showing that the front of his torso, at the very least is clear of injuries.]
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They were- I was-
[He swallows, shakes his head. He can't speak, but he'll unbutton his shirt until his voice returns, showing that the front of his torso, at the very least is clear of injuries.]