[They can't get a moment's rest. Jean tries to thank Armin (again) but the blatant display of pain distracts him. Reversing their grips, he pulls him closer and the torch high, putting them both underneath a clear light. It's easy to see the lumps in the skin this way.]
Shit. They got all over you.
[Testing, he runs his fingers over one of them, seeing if it'll move. No dice. There's a chance they could squash them but it'd be a stupid move. It's like a poison–they need to get it out.
Forcing the torch into Armin's palm, he nods to the floor, sheathing one blade.] Sit down.
[Carefully, he takes the blade in his hands and snaps it over his knee. There's a few casualties–his pants tear and blood wells in fresh cuts–but they're shallow and can be dealt with later. For now, he takes the shorter blade and forces Armin's hand above their heads.]
We're gonna have to cut them out. [Meeting his eyes as he says that in a quiet question: "Are you okay with that?"]
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Shit. They got all over you.
[Testing, he runs his fingers over one of them, seeing if it'll move. No dice. There's a chance they could squash them but it'd be a stupid move. It's like a poison–they need to get it out.
Forcing the torch into Armin's palm, he nods to the floor, sheathing one blade.] Sit down.
[Carefully, he takes the blade in his hands and snaps it over his knee. There's a few casualties–his pants tear and blood wells in fresh cuts–but they're shallow and can be dealt with later. For now, he takes the shorter blade and forces Armin's hand above their heads.]
We're gonna have to cut them out. [Meeting his eyes as he says that in a quiet question: "Are you okay with that?"]