[ This isn't his first sickbay. If the Gallows owns an advantage, it’s that no one’s dying in here - ten years on, and the smell of Declan’s clipped intestines has never quite left him. The sour air of his mother’s blankets.
There's no one dying in here. But he's lingered longer than he'd like. ]
A helmet, yesterday. [ A crinkled smile: He's joking. ] I'm well. Some things just take time.
[ Cedric stoops up, cracking stiff joints. Casually - or it might be, if he weren't maintaining direct eye contact with the one on the left, he calls - ]
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There's no one dying in here. But he's lingered longer than he'd like. ]
A helmet, yesterday. [ A crinkled smile: He's joking. ] I'm well. Some things just take time.
[ Cedric stoops up, cracking stiff joints. Casually - or it might be, if he weren't maintaining direct eye contact with the one on the left, he calls - ]
Don't think I caught your names, serahs,
[ To the guards. ]