[ Some, he says. He suffers and exacts violence with the neutrality of professional soldier; it is all in a day's work for the Wolverine, but the sensation of pain is always new. The girl looks at him askance as if it might help her differentiate his blood from that of his victims. When a familiar feeling wells up in her stomach she immediately looks away. The sandwiches are reserved for his appetites — not hers. Had he amenities a shower would resolve Eli's dilemma ... at the steep price of so much blood emptied nonchalantly down the drain. Forever gone. The very thought is dizzying.
Should she leave? Eli sits beside him and busies herself by scratching at a fleck of paint on the floor. ]
Doesn't it hurt...? I could bandage you up. [ She stops fiddling to half-glance his way. ] Or something.
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Should she leave? Eli sits beside him and busies herself by scratching at a fleck of paint on the floor. ]
Doesn't it hurt...? I could bandage you up. [ She stops fiddling to half-glance his way. ] Or something.