[Kaneda hasn't moved, thankfully, since she started talking to him, sitting under the next intact lamppost on the same street as the broken one had been. Despite the maglevs having almost zero friction, he can still hear her approaching, and tilts his head in the direction of a sound, like a curious dog.
It's not much longer that she's in front of him, his eyes processing it a bit faster than his brain is.
Yes, she's here.]
Yeah, yeah I'm good. Just hurts like hell.
[There's a look to his hand, where the blood is. It's not incredibly bad, not gushing certainly, but enough to leave marks on his gloves in light spatters.]
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It's not much longer that she's in front of him, his eyes processing it a bit faster than his brain is.
Yes, she's here.]
Yeah, yeah I'm good. Just hurts like hell.
[There's a look to his hand, where the blood is. It's not incredibly bad, not gushing certainly, but enough to leave marks on his gloves in light spatters.]
Fuckin' asshole.