[House is just ripping his arm away as best he can when the creature just... disintegrates. He stares at where it had been and his sleeve, and then turns his attention Ecks. That was... intense. Not that she can see the fearful expression painting his face.]
Pocket it or eat it or whatever you're gonna do with it. It's yours.
[He'd pulled it out, but it's for the Prophet. House knows that as surely as he knows he's meant to help her. He also knows that that freaking mouth thing just about took off his arm and he's going to stand here and try not to completely lose it. Because they're going to have to keep doing this tonight.]
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Pocket it or eat it or whatever you're gonna do with it. It's yours.
[He'd pulled it out, but it's for the Prophet. House knows that as surely as he knows he's meant to help her. He also knows that that freaking mouth thing just about took off his arm and he's going to stand here and try not to completely lose it. Because they're going to have to keep doing this tonight.]