[Kirito doesn't react at first, simply staring at Stefan for a long moment, his face somewhat ashen. Finally he glances down, his free hand reaching up to press against the wound in his arm.]
Sorry... for the mess. Are you alright? With all this.
[Pointedly avoiding looking at the unconscious man, he glances at the smears of drying blood in the snow and the fresh trickle dripping from under his sleeve.]
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Sorry... for the mess. Are you alright? With all this.
[Pointedly avoiding looking at the unconscious man, he glances at the smears of drying blood in the snow and the fresh trickle dripping from under his sleeve.]