If you wanna spend valuable time and energy playing dissection with shit that doesn't even function within the realms of reality no one will fault you for it. Pretty sure the same could've been said for Einstein.
[There's no sense in cutting away more floor now. This was a lot to wrap his head around and he passes the scalpel back to Eddie once the heart stops because it was his after all. The gloves get pulled off of his hands, flipped inside out and on top of themselves so the blood couldn't be touched easily when handling them.
He sighs, adjusts the strap of the duffle on his shoulders with some malaise for his current situation and whereabouts.]
You've been here a while. [A normal kid, an average kid, wouldn't be so despondent when faced with this sort of thing. It's not that he assumes the guy isn't normal outright but there's a world-weariness he understands and has come to notice in those that have been trapped in less than savory circumstances. It's something that can be seen around his expression too, worn thin in ways that loom just under the surface.] How long?
[The part about the monster just gets a sage nod in response, he wets his lips and presses them together into a terse thin line. The last thing he wants to do is have to deal with a monster, whatever it might be, but he's gotten used to fighting- to survive, despite the issues he still has with what he does and he's more than capable.]
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[There's no sense in cutting away more floor now. This was a lot to wrap his head around and he passes the scalpel back to Eddie once the heart stops because it was
his after all. The gloves get pulled off of his hands, flipped inside out and on top of themselves so the blood couldn't be touched easily when handling them.
He sighs, adjusts the strap of the duffle on his shoulders with some malaise for his current situation and whereabouts.]
You've been here a while. [A normal kid, an average kid, wouldn't be so despondent when faced with this sort of thing. It's not that he assumes the guy isn't normal outright but there's a world-weariness he understands and has come to notice in those that have been trapped in less than savory circumstances. It's something that can be seen around his expression too, worn thin in ways that loom just under the surface.] How long?
[The part about the monster just gets a sage nod in response, he wets his lips and presses them together into a terse thin line. The last thing he wants to do is have to deal with a monster, whatever it might be, but he's gotten used to fighting- to survive, despite the issues he still has with what he does and he's more than capable.]