[Strings of tension are cut loose from his shoulders, they drop so fast. Trying to hide the shaking in his hands- adrenaline or fear, he’s not sure- Chikusa adjusts his glasses.]
...I need to tend to your wounds now. I need to figure out how bad your knees are broken.
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...I need to tend to your wounds now. I need to figure out how bad your knees are broken.