[ Once he's said his due, he continues to press small strips against the open wound. One on top of the other until the blood stops seeping through. He listens to Allen's while he works, trying to make sense of the world he comes from these small anecdotes. For some time, he even thinks they're not that dissimilar, though when he starts talking about his training - getting shot! - his movements cease. ]
He... shot you...
[ It his too close to him. Endeavor knocking him down with enough force to make him vomit, then telling him to get up. This somehow manages to be the minor blow compared to what comes next. ]
--Six?!
[ Stop it, please! He's only five years old!
Yes, he's already five! So get out of my way!!
Private training, behind closed doors where there was no one around to condemn it was one thing, but as a policy?! ]
... They forced children to fight those things?!
[ On their own?! He looks utterly appalled at the news and has stopped treating him entirely. ]
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He... shot you...
[ It his too close to him. Endeavor knocking him down with enough force to make him vomit, then telling him to get up. This somehow manages to be the minor blow compared to what comes next. ]
--Six?!
[ Stop it, please! He's only five years old!
Yes, he's already five! So get out of my way!!
Private training, behind closed doors where there was no one around to condemn it was one thing, but as a policy?! ]
... They forced children to fight those things?!
[ On their own?! He looks utterly appalled at the news and has stopped treating him entirely. ]