Of course. [ Royce mutters, taking a steadying breath. He pulls himself up slowly, gritting his teeth as he does. That hurts extra horribly - his teeth have gotten longer in his sleep, like razors. He manages to get himself up to lean heavily against the wall, almost panting as he finally looks up at Alfie. ]
You? [ He hasn't noticed the claws through the haze of pain. ]
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You? [ He hasn't noticed the claws through the haze of pain. ]