He isn't a doctor. Not a healer, or a builder, or anyone fixes much. Breaking, taking: That's the business.
But there's been a lot of good intentions in this room. A lot of clever minds and best-laid plans. Near as he can tell, it hasn't helped a thing.
He props Clarisse up onto Abby. Unsteady and bloody, and she's figured out worse. He's busy.
"You're done, mate." He squats, plants a heavy palm to Barrow's shoulder. Side's good, harder to choke. "If you want to keep on this, got a minute to say."
Lazar isn't listening. The lock on the storeroom's easy, picked worse before he could read.
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He isn't a doctor. Not a healer, or a builder, or anyone fixes much. Breaking, taking: That's the business.
But there's been a lot of good intentions in this room. A lot of clever minds and best-laid plans. Near as he can tell, it hasn't helped a thing.
He props Clarisse up onto Abby. Unsteady and bloody, and she's figured out worse. He's busy.
"You're done, mate." He squats, plants a heavy palm to Barrow's shoulder. Side's good, harder to choke. "If you want to keep on this, got a minute to say."
Lazar isn't listening. The lock on the storeroom's easy, picked worse before he could read.