those words barely register in flat’s head, too muddled by blood loss and anxiety to think about that rationally. no, he remembers that murder so clearly, he can still feel the blood on his hands, still on his clothes—now mixed with waver’s.
he barely noticed that he, too, is bleeding. the only thing fueling him is adrenaline, but even that will take him so far.
it’s hard to keep his eyes open, but he tries to focus on the large man. ]
Yeah—sort of—Flat. [ he wheezes out a laugh. he really did choose a stupid name to be called by, huh? ] Flat Escardos.
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those words barely register in flat’s head, too muddled by blood loss and anxiety to think about that rationally. no, he remembers that murder so clearly, he can still feel the blood on his hands, still on his clothes—now mixed with waver’s.
he barely noticed that he, too, is bleeding. the only thing fueling him is adrenaline, but even that will take him so far.
it’s hard to keep his eyes open, but he tries to focus on the large man. ]
Yeah—sort of—Flat. [ he wheezes out a laugh. he really did choose a stupid name to be called by, huh? ] Flat Escardos.