[He looks a little ill at the reminder of just how he got his injuries. His aches throb in time with his pulse. He shouldn't be walking around. He shouldn't even have a pulse.]
Bits and pieces. Probably just knocked my skull around too hard.
[He turns again, looking down the other street.]
Bet it doesn't matter which direction we pick. Home's gotta be one of them.
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[He looks a little ill at the reminder of just how he got his injuries. His aches throb in time with his pulse. He shouldn't be walking around. He shouldn't even have a pulse.]
Bits and pieces. Probably just knocked my skull around too hard.
[He turns again, looking down the other street.]
Bet it doesn't matter which direction we pick. Home's gotta be one of them.