[ Joonghyuk truly had to hear the double say things... There's a wonder if he should completely forget its words and let Matsui keep his peace. The forlorn dagger still on the floor is snatched back up and stowed away back into his coat. ]
You were taking your time.
[ He repeats himself, though less chastising than earlier. He gives Matsui a look over before fishing through his pockets for either a salve or a clean roll of rags for him to use for his wounds. Their reconstructed bodies are different, but risking infection is not apt.
The weight blood, though... Yes. Matsui can see Joonghyuk's blood puddle near the mirror and even some on his hand dripping onto the floor. Its color is the same as any human, but it forms shapes—letters. They make words, string sentences, and it almost seems they wish to tell a story. Who needs a double when your blood tells your tale? And so he suffered at the end of the train... But the rest is difficult to read. ]
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You were taking your time.
[ He repeats himself, though less chastising than earlier. He gives Matsui a look over before fishing through his pockets for either a salve or a clean roll of rags for him to use for his wounds. Their reconstructed bodies are different, but risking infection is not apt.
The weight blood, though... Yes. Matsui can see Joonghyuk's blood puddle near the mirror and even some on his hand dripping onto the floor. Its color is the same as any human, but it forms shapes—letters. They make words, string sentences, and it almost seems they wish to tell a story. Who needs a double when your blood tells your tale? And so he suffered at the end of the train... But the rest is difficult to read. ]