—is what he wishes he could think, but it feels like he'd be a little less human if he did. He already feels like he almost isn't, and he only gives a cursory look for anything of hers and ends up just getting his gun and heading back up to the third floor instead, heading off to the bathrooms to clean his wounds and fix what he can before he inevitably has to face anyone he knows. )
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—is what he wishes he could think, but it feels like he'd be a little less human if he did. He already feels like he almost isn't, and he only gives a cursory look for anything of hers and ends up just getting his gun and heading back up to the third floor instead, heading off to the bathrooms to clean his wounds and fix what he can before he inevitably has to face anyone he knows. )