Familiar scenes flash across his mind--bright white lights, the sick smell of bleach that wasn't applied liberally enough, the cold, hard metal that held him and so many like him down time and time again.
There are plenty of rooms Wolfwood has bled in. But only one that ever stuck with him. He didn't just bleed out there--he died there, the boy that could have been. Only the Punisher made it out.
Wolfwood swallows, refocusing when he realizes he'd been silent for a few beats too long. Uneasy is quickly masked in an attempt to divert with anger instead. ]
What kind of room?
[ He repeats again, more slowly. But if Geralt could smell him out, he can probably tell the anger isn't directed at Geralt. It's at that damned place that so many disposable kids were sent to die or worse--live through it and become a monster.
Wolfwood clenches his fists--then pauses. He'd had a strange visit on his Horizon too, hadn't he? ]
...'cause I got some random place dropped on me like I owned it. Wasn't that cozy.
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Familiar scenes flash across his mind--bright white lights, the sick smell of bleach that wasn't applied liberally enough, the cold, hard metal that held him and so many like him down time and time again.
There are plenty of rooms Wolfwood has bled in. But only one that ever stuck with him. He didn't just bleed out there--he died there, the boy that could have been. Only the Punisher made it out.
Wolfwood swallows, refocusing when he realizes he'd been silent for a few beats too long. Uneasy is quickly masked in an attempt to divert with anger instead. ]
What kind of room?
[ He repeats again, more slowly. But if Geralt could smell him out, he can probably tell the anger isn't directed at Geralt. It's at that damned place that so many disposable kids were sent to die or worse--live through it and become a monster.
Wolfwood clenches his fists--then pauses. He'd had a strange visit on his Horizon too, hadn't he? ]
...'cause I got some random place dropped on me like I owned it. Wasn't that cozy.