[ He slows down a little, tripped up by the rawness of the wounds, the way they still look so fresh and painful. That's not what a scar should look like, and it bothers him that there's little left to do about it. Not without some very extreme warping of Josh's Soul and code, at least, and even then he's not sure how much can be reversed, only slowed.
He thinks of the bullet wound in his waist and wonders just how many scars they'll have by the time they get out of here. If they ever do.
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He thinks of the bullet wound in his waist and wonders just how many scars they'll have by the time they get out of here. If they ever do.
Once they're in-- ]
... get comfy and I'll tuck you in, then.
[ The amusement seems a bit lacking. ]