[ A few distinct voices can be made out from nearby, at least. There are many nondistinct ones in other directions, but the closest ones are these two: a young girl and an older man. The smell of blood can be made out, ghostly. The girl can be heard whimpering. The man sounds like he's hushedly doing something to the girl, some sort of first aid. ]
I-it hurts... I-I'm sorry...
You should have thought of that before you put your hands so close to there.
[ He appears to be bent over the young girl shade's hands, wrapping some sort of wisp of cloth around them. ]
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I-it hurts... I-I'm sorry...
You should have thought of that before you put your hands so close to there.
[ He appears to be bent over the young girl shade's hands, wrapping some sort of wisp of cloth around them. ]