[ For once, Royce doesn't argue or even really do anything but just do what he's told. Royce carefully pulls the boots off his feet and pulls on the socks without thinking too hard. It's fine. This gives him something to do, to think about. His hands tremble a little, but he's alive. When he finishes putting the socks on, he stares down at his feet. ]
What. [ Royce starts, hoarsely. ] What did you see?
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What. [ Royce starts, hoarsely. ] What did you see?