[ It was something worse then death, he thinks. Because the pain when he goes back will always be there. He hunches as he remembers a particularly terrible memory hits him. It's always hard to talk about this, but he knows that if he can say it to anyone...it should be Ginia. He should have told her when he told Alice, really, but at the time he wasn't thinking. He bits his lip his left hand rubbing his right arm. He looks suddenly ashamed, tentative, even though he's told Alice reopening the old wounds always hurts. ] A-About the...the other day. When-when you were dressing my wound...
[ He glances at her briefly before looking away again. ] You didn't...s-see anything, did you?
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[ He glances at her briefly before looking away again. ] You didn't...s-see anything, did you?