Skellig settles into a chair and does the same, working on 'autopilot' to clear the blood from his hands and wrists, his forearms. His mind is blank, for a brief period, contemplating her words as he cleans his skin.
After a few moments, he nods.
"I...I think I can. It is not entirely the same, but all the while..."
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Date: 2024-03-23 12:16 am (UTC)After a few moments, he nods.
"I...I think I can. It is not entirely the same, but all the while..."
It is painstakingly, frustratingly familiar.