He still doesn't know about the death toll. Not quite enough skimming. A Shuos would never have made that mistake, but he was bored of people talking.
He touches the makeshift cattle prod to the inside of Eiffel's forearm, sending a nasty jolt through the big nerves there. The body jerks and the air smells like burnt hair. Eiffel can't control the body, but he's the one that feels the pain.
Perhaps I'll leave you in several chunks for Jedao to find. He blames himself so easily.
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He still doesn't know about the death toll. Not quite enough skimming. A Shuos would never have made that mistake, but he was bored of people talking.
He touches the makeshift cattle prod to the inside of Eiffel's forearm, sending a nasty jolt through the big nerves there. The body jerks and the air smells like burnt hair. Eiffel can't control the body, but he's the one that feels the pain.
Perhaps I'll leave you in several chunks for Jedao to find. He blames himself so easily.