@victeux
“Ah, damn...” Without even seeing his reflection, Ted knew he was in poor shape. Already his eyes were swollen over and coppery spit drooled from his swollen jaws, his legs felt like lead weights, his arms like steel beams. Even if he makes it back home to get patched up, these scars will be forever. Another set to add to his sorry and grey, stony hide. “Th-they really wanted a piece of you lil’ lady.” Sputting chuckles turned into a wincing coughing fit, black and bloody bubbles flowing up from his throat. On the ground around him, divergents lay paralyzed, their bodies glitching like old television connected to busted antennas. Fresh ink pushes through the hole in his torso, his body taking its sweet time trying to mend the rended meat and busted bones.
“B-but don’t worry,” he continues softly, “pretty soon it’s gonna just feel like a bad dream and... and it’ll be like it never happened.”
