[ he can't feel anything, but he can see it. he watches it. the knife going in, the blood seeping out. his lizard brain is screaming that this is bad; even if he can't feel it, he should feel it. he has to look away. it's too much. some of the color drains from his face.
but he still doesn't feel anything. he's not sure what saying that out loud would accomplish. he's pretty sure she'd keep going whether he felt anything or not. ]
That's my only shirt.
[he mutters some nonsense while his brain goes around in circles going through this entire situation. ]
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but he still doesn't feel anything. he's not sure what saying that out loud would accomplish. he's pretty sure she'd keep going whether he felt anything or not. ]
That's my only shirt.
[he mutters some nonsense while his brain goes around in circles going through this entire situation. ]