[All right. That's-- okay. He has to just stop thinking about it, right? Don't think about the fact that several lengths of wood are about to go in your chest, near your heart and lungs, near a lot of vital organs that you absolutely need. Think of it as . . . as a pocket. A chest-pocket. Except it's not in fabric, it's in your skin, and it's in your skin, and eurgh--
But he doesn't say anything. He could, and he thinks he knows Bruno well enough to say he wouldn't be mocked for balking-- but there's a stubborn part of him that wants to see this through. There are reasons for that, beyond sheer stubbornness, but that's for later examination.]
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But he doesn't say anything. He could, and he thinks he knows Bruno well enough to say he wouldn't be mocked for balking-- but there's a stubborn part of him that wants to see this through. There are reasons for that, beyond sheer stubbornness, but that's for later examination.]
All right.
[He cocks his head, arms at his side.]
Go on.