[ He sets the bandages aside once he pulls them free of Peter’s bloodied skin. He fishes a cloth from his bag, conjuring a small bit of water to wet it before he sets to wiping the mess away with sure, gentle strokes. ]
I might have thought about it, once or twice.
[ He falls quiet for a beat or two, then, softly, ]
You know, I always sort of regretted parting ways.
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I might have thought about it, once or twice.
[ He falls quiet for a beat or two, then, softly, ]
You know, I always sort of regretted parting ways.