[He mumbles something in a stringy wheeze, not moving his hands from his face, and coughs. More blood runs down his arms. But after a beat or so he lowers his hands.
They'd really done a number on him, one eye swollen shut and already growing lurid bruises, skin split on his cheekbone, his nose actually bent at an angle, clearly broken. Blood runs down the lower half of his face from it, and more runs from a point somewhere in his hair. He wearily spits a gobbet of blood onto the cobblestones and looks at her with his good eye, possibly sadder than she's ever seen him.]
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They'd really done a number on him, one eye swollen shut and already growing lurid bruises, skin split on his cheekbone, his nose actually bent at an angle, clearly broken. Blood runs down the lower half of his face from it, and more runs from a point somewhere in his hair. He wearily spits a gobbet of blood onto the cobblestones and looks at her with his good eye, possibly sadder than she's ever seen him.]
'J'you follow me? [he asks faintly.]