[He reasons that it must be the gore covering her that keeps him from being able to smell her. R watches the woman approach, unsure enough of his situation to delay in keeping his distance from her. She reaches out, and his arm comes up in time for her to miss his shirt and hit his wrist instead.
R frowns at her, confused, the expression only shifting his eyebrows by a fraction. No one has ever said something like that to him before. No one is sorry for people like him. He meets her eyes and shakes his head, parting his lips to speak one word.]
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R frowns at her, confused, the expression only shifting his eyebrows by a fraction. No one has ever said something like that to him before. No one is sorry for people like him. He meets her eyes and shakes his head, parting his lips to speak one word.]
Why?