Yeah, it strains my eyes. [ He's an old man... Don't do this to him.
He asks the question, and yet it's the reminder of carrying her in his arms that he regrets. The anxiety, the concern, the fact that no matter how much he cleans the blood from his jacket there's an obvious, red stain left behind. No way to bleach it out -- permanent. ]
No. [ He answers, his tone a little flat. ] That means you'll owe me a new one once we're out of here.
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He asks the question, and yet it's the reminder of carrying her in his arms that he regrets. The anxiety, the concern, the fact that no matter how much he cleans the blood from his jacket there's an obvious, red stain left behind. No way to bleach it out -- permanent. ]
No. [ He answers, his tone a little flat. ] That means you'll owe me a new one once we're out of here.