[ evan doesn't say anything when david pops open the bottle and takes a swig, because it was there to drink. adriana doesn't keep the right kind of drinks to sterilize wounds; it's almost all wine. so it'll do to dull the pain enough, especially because even through the balled-up shirt and the bandages, he can still see blood oozing through.
he lets go of david's arm and steps back, looking at the blood, the mess, the remnant of a fight that nobody really won but that ghost face had to leave in a rush. ]
Didn't think there was any other kind.
[ his hunter's instincts, plus what david's told him, play out the fight in front of him. broken table, bloody tools, the consoles damaged by - and he can imagine it clearly - ghost face's mask slamming into them over and over again, cracking as it went, blood pooling out from the ruin.
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he lets go of david's arm and steps back, looking at the blood, the mess, the remnant of a fight that nobody really won but that ghost face had to leave in a rush. ]
Didn't think there was any other kind.
[ his hunter's instincts, plus what david's told him, play out the fight in front of him. broken table, bloody tools, the consoles damaged by - and he can imagine it clearly - ghost face's mask slamming into them over and over again, cracking as it went, blood pooling out from the ruin.
but it cost david. ]
That wound ain't gonna close in time.