Well... [He opens his mouth, wondering how he can be expected to explain what he's seen. He doesn't know if he can begin, let alone where to begin.] I made it.
[Sniffing dryly, he pauses to scrub at his face and smears a streak of blood up across his eyelid and forehead.]
M'real glad I put this on... [There are a few slits in his oversized leather breastplate, fairly inconspicuous until he wedges a finger into one and it disappears to the second knuckle, revealing how far one of the blades had gone. Even with the space between himself and the thick, curving leather shell, the tip had caught him enough to break the skin with the force it had come at him with while he was moving.
It could have been worse, so much worse. He doesn't doubt it. And he knows this sort of luck can't ever last out here.]
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[Sniffing dryly, he pauses to scrub at his face and smears a streak of blood up across his eyelid and forehead.]
M'real glad I put this on... [There are a few slits in his oversized leather breastplate, fairly inconspicuous until he wedges a finger into one and it disappears to the second knuckle, revealing how far one of the blades had gone. Even with the space between himself and the thick, curving leather shell, the tip had caught him enough to break the skin with the force it had come at him with while he was moving.
It could have been worse, so much worse. He doesn't doubt it. And he knows this sort of luck can't ever last out here.]
What about you?