[His pain tolerance had never been high, and so the sensation of these scarabs burrowing up through his skin and clawing at anything they could was a little too much. He clutches the torch tightly, but his arm is shaking a bit no matter how hard he worked to keep himself still. There was one on his upper thigh by now, another on the calf of his other leg, and one making its way up past his hip bone.
His eyes meet Jean's. It's hard not to feel fear or pain, but he's just as determined, as well.]
Just make sure to do it quickly; they keep moving around.
[It's just when he speaks, though, that the movement on Jean's chest catches his attention, and his eyes flick over immediately.]
Wait, Jean, that one in your chest--! [What are you doing, take care of that one first!]
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His eyes meet Jean's. It's hard not to feel fear or pain, but he's just as determined, as well.]
Just make sure to do it quickly; they keep moving around.
[It's just when he speaks, though, that the movement on Jean's chest catches his attention, and his eyes flick over immediately.]
Wait, Jean, that one in your chest--! [What are you doing, take care of that one first!]