[Still half-tense with pain, he went back to burying half of his face against Eugene's shoulder, turning to the unwelcome task of actually focusing on the pain in order to say where it was. He tried to make his words minimal, helpful, swallowing back the throbbing, burning sensation as it flared with a draft of wind against angry nerves.]
Right arm. Right foot, a bit. And . . . I don't know. Like someone knocked me down and started kicking.
[The world was settling into place bit by bit, and he found more and more recent memories filtering in with dim recognition of their surroundings. They were supposed to be . . . working on a machine? Right, a generator, but not one of the ones from Abel. They were in Luceti and on a draft, had been for several days. That was it, the vague shape of it, though he found himself reaching for and mysteriously failing to grasp anything more specific.]
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[Still half-tense with pain, he went back to burying half of his face against Eugene's shoulder, turning to the unwelcome task of actually focusing on the pain in order to say where it was. He tried to make his words minimal, helpful, swallowing back the throbbing, burning sensation as it flared with a draft of wind against angry nerves.]
Right arm. Right foot, a bit. And . . . I don't know. Like someone knocked me down and started kicking.
[The world was settling into place bit by bit, and he found more and more recent memories filtering in with dim recognition of their surroundings. They were supposed to be . . . working on a machine? Right, a generator, but not one of the ones from Abel. They were in Luceti and on a draft, had been for several days. That was it, the vague shape of it, though he found himself reaching for and mysteriously failing to grasp anything more specific.]
Did- did we finish the job yet?