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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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[ Yet, he understands Natasha when she breaks a bone to reset it. This entire place isn't something that needs aspirin, or a patient hand, it needs a man to stick his hand into the bloodiest part and excise the infection. Some things must be taken. ]
[ So when Coil glares, Jim stands, and purposefully walks over to the sheet, pulling it away to reveal what's underneath. ]
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it's certainly humanoid, though whether it is living or dead or something in between is hard to tell. it has the look of a dead body, but it's sitting up under its own power, with its chained hands hanging slack and useless at its sides.
the face of it has a horrible similarity to the boy's own, though quite a bit older... and its entire body is covered in a jagged, cryptic web of black marks. the designs look a little like tattoos, though more correctly like ink settled into shallow-carved lines, and the manner of them is nothing short of elaborate and sinister. the amount of time it must have taken to etch each delicate angle and curve into the skin...
and after only enough time to get one solid look, the boy has his wits about him again and is darting across the room to lunge at the man. grabbing for his arm at the inner bend of the elbow, little fingers instinctively digging right where there are bundles of nerves, he tries to bodily drag him away from his work.]
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[ Sharply, ]
What are you doing?
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he jabs a finger to point at himself, and pats his own chest with all the insistence and urgency he can convey.
'me' and 'mine' jumbled together.]
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[ He exhales in a long, slow breath. ]
Why are you doing this?
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What's better? What's perfect?
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'for me,' he signs with a free hand while he straightens the sheet.]
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[ He thinks about the body again; the wiring, the careful placement, the secret of it. ]
Who is he?
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eventually, he opts for the answer that is both the most simple and probably makes the least amount of sense--only explaining by pointing to himself.]