[Not even his clothes, then. That's weird. Even the monsters back home, the ones pieced together from dead men and animals, they fall apart after a while. The soles go out of their boots. Things have to get fixed.
Apparently not with this guy. Person. Being. Whatever he is.
Miriam inches a little closer, bad wrist still hidden inside her jacket.]
That's good, I guess. I could use some new clothes. You got a name or something?
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Apparently not with this guy. Person. Being. Whatever he is.
Miriam inches a little closer, bad wrist still hidden inside her jacket.]
That's good, I guess. I could use some new clothes. You got a name or something?