Can't stop; the gods of engineering

[near_your_enemy]

Oh god.

He couldn't.... oh god

N could barely think straight, the mark on his cheek suddenly much less of an issue than it had been a moment before.  He couldn't even look at Mihael, hands pressed to his mouth as he stumbled against the wall in horror, barely managing to stay upright.

He was going to be sick.

[[ooc: continued from here]]

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[near_your_enemy]

He's breathing shakily, as if he just barely remembers how, finally moving his eyes to look feebly towards Mihael, eyes watering slightly as he shakes his head quickly.

"I--that. That wasn't--"

[near_your_enemy]

He doesn't think he can say anything right now, his blood running cold at the memories--the things he said...

Slowly, tentatively, he holds his arms out, lower lip quivering slightly.