[If Wirt were to look closer--and no one would blame him for not taking the time to do so--he'd notice blood splattered down Kaneki's left arm and side, as though he suffered a bad injury.
It was bad. A bullet through the eye took a lot of time (relatively, for a ghoul) and energy to heal from, and any good from what Kaneki had managed to eat until that point was lost as a result. Still, he's a bit more lucid than he had been yesterday or even that morning.]
Ah-- [Kaneki pauses, looking at Wirt, expression shuffling through irritation, disappointment, desperation, resignation.] ...Well, it can't be helped.
[He's genuinely unhappy at the idea and he seems to hesitate even as he starts to advance, like he's fighting himself.]
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It was bad. A bullet through the eye took a lot of time (relatively, for a ghoul) and energy to heal from, and any good from what Kaneki had managed to eat until that point was lost as a result. Still, he's a bit more lucid than he had been yesterday or even that morning.]
Ah-- [Kaneki pauses, looking at Wirt, expression shuffling through irritation, disappointment, desperation, resignation.] ...Well, it can't be helped.
[He's genuinely unhappy at the idea and he seems to hesitate even as he starts to advance, like he's fighting himself.]