[Czeslaw can deal with cuts. Cuts and gashes aren't worth crying over because he's gone through enough of those that it's hardly anything at all. But fingers are different; fingers are small, and his are especially, and Firo's body knows what it is doing when it slices at them.
He sucks in his breath and lets it out in a silent scream as he drops his knife. It hurts and he's not sure if he prefers the Rail Tracer's teeth over knives for hurting himself with. He stumbles on his feet in his shock and falls forward onto the ground. He's shaking and trying not to cry until the wound closes.]
It's... that's exactly what you meant. [It's almost a whisper, his words still shaky.]
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He sucks in his breath and lets it out in a silent scream as he drops his knife. It hurts and he's not sure if he prefers the Rail Tracer's teeth over knives for hurting himself with. He stumbles on his feet in his shock and falls forward onto the ground. He's shaking and trying not to cry until the wound closes.]
It's... that's exactly what you meant. [It's almost a whisper, his words still shaky.]