At first, one hand reaches toward her wound. But he doesn't know how to treat it anyway and he's sure he'll just make it worse. Stab wounds aren't exactly something he's familiar with. He's frustrated for a second, but then the other two, the clones, speak.
Rictor recognizes the woman now, as well, having seen her once and not very close, when he was young, maybe fifteen. He bares his teeth and shoves an arm out in front of Rachel instead.
"Well if they're not real, it would be really nice if you could make them go away, Rachel. Because you're bleeding to death. This is just your mind torturing you...or maybe someone else, or a curse."
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Date: 2009-04-19 10:17 pm (UTC)Rictor recognizes the woman now, as well, having seen her once and not very close, when he was young, maybe fifteen. He bares his teeth and shoves an arm out in front of Rachel instead.
"Well if they're not real, it would be really nice if you could make them go away, Rachel. Because you're bleeding to death. This is just your mind torturing you...or maybe someone else, or a curse."