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[ He flinches away anyway. The thought of anything hitting his skin is repulsive. Repulsive and frightening. He doesn't want to answer questions.

But some of the blood is his. Some, from the shards of glass, gone into his palm. And his other hand, hurt whenever he flexes.

So there's just a twitch of a nod. ]

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