[ Arthur nods, grateful to be going as a duo rather than alone. For whatever it's worth.
He scrubs his hands, one after the other, on his already-ruined trousers, and dried blood flakes to the floor. The smell is in his clothes. He observes this with a strange detachment, and the flicker of a nervous smile. Quietly: ]
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He scrubs his hands, one after the other, on his already-ruined trousers, and dried blood flakes to the floor. The smell is in his clothes. He observes this with a strange detachment, and the flicker of a nervous smile. Quietly: ]
Just like old times.
...Let- let's go.