[ she doesn't need to say it for the memory to ring though, loud and clear. chuck's hands fumble, lose their grip and he nearly takes a finger in the process. he doesn't shut his eyes (doesn't block out the blood he's elbow deep in) but he tells himself to shake it off. pushes the nausea down and doesn't look at the place where he knows a person's face was.
the taste of bile is sharp in the back of his mouth. chuck grits his teeth and realigns his hands. realigns the knife. you're a ranger for christsake. ]
No. [ it's stern. steady. sure. so much more than he feels.] Mori, you need'ta find my old man. He's only got the one arm.
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the taste of bile is sharp in the back of his mouth. chuck grits his teeth and realigns his hands. realigns the knife. you're a ranger for christsake. ]
No. [ it's stern. steady. sure. so much more than he feels.]
Mori, you need'ta find my old man.
He's only got the one arm.