by Sean Hall » Tue Nov 21, 2017 10:56 pm
Sean sat in his workshop unwrapping his hands so that he could re-wrap them with clean bandages. The injuries were healing well, but the cut on his palm could still be reopened if he wasn't careful. He knew the burn from the ring and the cut on his palm would likely leave scars. He threw the dirty bandages away. He flexed his fingers and went through a few exercises he'd seen online before digging around in a drawer for a set of clean bandages
He was ignoring the part of his mind that was trying to get him to consider the number of lives he'd ended the other night (depraved and monstrous as most of them were), the abomination he'd nearly unleashed, and the feeling of blood lust he'd experienced at various points during the fighting. Instead he focused on wrapping his hands in fresh bandages while staring at designs he'd hung above his workbench.
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