[ All Jesse can do is stare, the mystified horror on his face dissolving into frozen expressionlessness. Once upon a time, witnessing such a thing would have made him shriek out in horror. Jesse has long since learned to internalise horror, fear, disgust. A part of him - the human part of him, whatever shred of humanness is left in him - wants to recoil, look away from the grisly, disturbing sight. Another part of him - the part that's forgotten what being human even means anymore - goes into a strange detached numbness, unable to look away.
He swallows thickly. His mouth goes both dry and watery while his stomach churns. He thinks he might be sick. He sees that thing beneath the guy's skin slithering around. He doesn't know what's worse: Seeing that thing, whatever it is, moving around like a parasite, or seeing the guy begin to sink his fingers into that fleshy cut he's slit along his lower stomach. ]
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He swallows thickly. His mouth goes both dry and watery while his stomach churns. He thinks he might be sick. He sees that thing beneath the guy's skin slithering around. He doesn't know what's worse: Seeing that thing, whatever it is, moving around like a parasite, or seeing the guy begin to sink his fingers into that fleshy cut he's slit along his lower stomach. ]
Wh... What the fuck...