[His hands are sticky, coating in his brother's blood up to the wrists, and the cleaning water is stained a murky red beside him. There's so much of it ALMOST LIKE HE'S LOST AN ORGAN... HOW ABOUT THAT?
Shaking fingers continue their work when Abel turns his back to him, pinching the skin together and sewing it up with tight stitches.
He's silent again except for the sound of his tears, although he's trying to get hold of himself.]
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Shaking fingers continue their work when Abel turns his back to him, pinching the skin together and sewing it up with tight stitches.
He's silent again except for the sound of his tears, although he's trying to get hold of himself.]