The sensation of the needle and thread through her skin isn't pleasant, but this has happened before. Will again. She's given sutures to herself, when there have been small things that yet go deep and still didn't warrant magic spent on them. There's a knowhow, somewhere in her, and it's enough to say his boasts about his hands weren't boasts at all. She breathes, and tries to relax, staring at the ceiling.
"I'm trying to remember, but I don't think my world has a Korea."
Of course, that's coming from the woman with holes in her brain.
"How long did they have you out there? With the bullets?" Whatever those are.
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Date: 2024-04-29 11:03 am (UTC)"I'm trying to remember, but I don't think my world has a Korea."
Of course, that's coming from the woman with holes in her brain.
"How long did they have you out there? With the bullets?" Whatever those are.