[ She catches him as he's checking himself over—plucking at the skin at his throat, testing the seams of his shirt where he'd cut off the sleeves. His reply isn't immediate, but it's not long in coming. ]
I'm alive. [ Part question, part confession. Bitter and despairing. His voice is low, raspy, like his throat needs clearing. It creaks out: ] Shaw—
[ Then he pulls in a breath. Report, she said. He reports. ] It's like a reset, like y'all were saying. Leg's fine, ankle. Wrist. Clothes, my, my hair's shorter. I'd just done a bump of coke and I can feel it, pulse is elevated. [ Likely apparent from the clip of his speech, though he does stop short after that. ]
Something's wrong with my throat. Where he shot me. Scar tissue, feels like, but I can't see it to know.
cw: drug mentions ayyyy (also there may be scarring updates pending mod answers l o l)
I'm alive. [ Part question, part confession. Bitter and despairing. His voice is low, raspy, like his throat needs clearing. It creaks out: ] Shaw—
[ Then he pulls in a breath. Report, she said. He reports. ] It's like a reset, like y'all were saying. Leg's fine, ankle. Wrist. Clothes, my, my hair's shorter. I'd just done a bump of coke and I can feel it, pulse is elevated. [ Likely apparent from the clip of his speech, though he does stop short after that. ]
Something's wrong with my throat. Where he shot me. Scar tissue, feels like, but I can't see it to know.