[ Which knife? There had been plenty but few significant. He remembers Garret Jacob Hobbs' knife as easily in his grip as it probably had occurred to Hobbs himself. He remembers his own knife, the one that had been used to implicate him in his trial, but that held no significance on the Barge; she was whole here, past her death, or -
So he thought.
He wants to touch again, fingers bristling at his sides as he wants to look her over, to make sure she's not actually wounded - it's not her blood, it can't be her blood - but her words echo in his head, don't touch, don't touch. ]
Is that what did that to you?
[ He doesn't remember. He's sorry and it reads in his voice. ]
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[ Which knife? There had been plenty but few significant. He remembers Garret Jacob Hobbs' knife as easily in his grip as it probably had occurred to Hobbs himself. He remembers his own knife, the one that had been used to implicate him in his trial, but that held no significance on the Barge; she was whole here, past her death, or -
So he thought.
He wants to touch again, fingers bristling at his sides as he wants to look her over, to make sure she's not actually wounded - it's not her blood, it can't be her blood - but her words echo in his head, don't touch, don't touch. ]
Is that what did that to you?
[ He doesn't remember. He's sorry and it reads in his voice. ]