"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."
█ ▌ "Augh... yes, I can see that. Thank you."A dark patch of crimson had already soaked through the many layers of his uniform, and he reckoned that without proper medical attention, his remaining time was limited.Taking a shallow, shuddering breath, Evander put more pressure on the bullet wound to the right side of his ribcage in a fruitless attempt to suppress the bleeding. It was a clean shot at least; clearly, the oft-drunken fools of the City Watch had finally begun working on their aim.
What surprised the Whaler most, however, was who had found him doubled-over against a building. Of all the people in the world…Fighting to suppress a series of hoarse coughs, Evander’s eyes flicked toward none other than the young Lady Emily. Perhaps this meeting was some twist of fate, or something The Outsider had influence in. Whatever the case… the Whaler didn’t have anyone else to turn to for help. And, he had the unwavering expectation that Lady Emily would be completely unwilling to offer anything of the sort. After what he’d taken part in to tear this child’s world apart, he didn’t really deserve such mercy anyway - and he accepted that.
Sliding weakly down the weathered brick wall until he was sitting in a disorganized heap upon the dirty cobblestones, Evander sighed quietly and stared pointedly at his boots. What was there to say? 'I'm sorry for what I did, now would you be a kind little thing and fetch me some help?' Hah. Absurd.
"...You'd best go, m'lady. I'm finished, I think. D-don't waste your time on me."
