The man with the mirror-fingers emits a low whistle.
“Boy, you really did the number on these babies, huh?”
Unsure whether a response is expected/required, Yvaine - or is it Charybdis? - grunts noncommittally.
“I haven’t seen a sitch like this since ’74.”
The disembodied mouth in his chair doesn’t seem amused.
“So, ah...what’s the story? Unfortunate encounter with a...jackhammer?”
His patient’s garbled gurglings are of the indecipherable variety.
“What was that?”
She spits out the gadgets & wipes the blood from her lips.
“It must’ve been the bullets.”
His eyebrows rocket to his hairline & his eyes slither to the floor.
“...ah.”
She shrugs.
“I bite things.”
“Boy, you really did the number on these babies, huh?”
Unsure whether a response is expected/required, Yvaine - or is it Charybdis? - grunts noncommittally.
“I haven’t seen a sitch like this since ’74.”
The disembodied mouth in his chair doesn’t seem amused.
“So, ah...what’s the story? Unfortunate encounter with a...jackhammer?”
His patient’s garbled gurglings are of the indecipherable variety.
“What was that?”
She spits out the gadgets & wipes the blood from her lips.
“It must’ve been the bullets.”
His eyebrows rocket to his hairline & his eyes slither to the floor.
“...ah.”
She shrugs.
“I bite things.”
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