[ He holds onto Ivor like he's a life raft and he's drowning. Cae barely meets his eyes, sick from the copper tang of blood that has soaked into every inch of him. (A small part of him hiding from the hysteria threatening is writing the uniform off as a total loss. That much blood can't be scrubbed out.) He's not sure he believes in god anymore but he thanks him all the same that it's Ivor who found him. ]
Ivor- [ He swallows, nearly gags as he tastes blood in his mouth. ] Ivor it isn't...
[ (That much blood can't be scrubbed out.)
He doesn't want to say it. Knows he has to. ]
They took me and... and I-I don't think it's mine...
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Ivor- [ He swallows, nearly gags as he tastes blood in his mouth. ] Ivor it isn't...
[ (That much blood can't be scrubbed out.)
He doesn't want to say it. Knows he has to. ]
They took me and... and I-I don't think it's mine...