1412's words are steady, but he puts one hand on the table as he glares at them both. He's paler than he should be - his cuts are trying to clot, but everytime he moves, they break open again, making him lose more blood.
"Doesn't need it, and most certainly doesn't want it."
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1412's words are steady, but he puts one hand on the table as he glares at them both. He's paler than he should be - his cuts are trying to clot, but everytime he moves, they break open again, making him lose more blood.
"Doesn't need it, and most certainly doesn't want it."