[ It hurts like hell. Amos muffles a noise in-between bitten lips, nostrils flared as he breathes, not able to fully separate himself from the pain, the completely foreign sensation of something dragging against his muscles as Mako pulls it out.
It's no worse than having your leg crushed, or getting shot. But it still hurts in a completely different way from what Amos is used to. His hand closes into a fist as he braces it against the wall, watching as Mako pulls out - ]
Is that a wire? [ He asks, breathless, voice thin. ]
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It's no worse than having your leg crushed, or getting shot. But it still hurts in a completely different way from what Amos is used to. His hand closes into a fist as he braces it against the wall, watching as Mako pulls out - ]
Is that a wire? [ He asks, breathless, voice thin. ]