[ another snip and John shakes his head, tugging the suture with practised care away from the wound. ]
If I kept count I'd get tired.
[ no. the honest answer is not as many as I should have, and that's not worth saying either. he could have remedied that, could have done something about it by going direct to Claire's makeshift clinic as soon as it was opened and helping out there. instead he's been all about the city, sticking his nose in where it probably shouldn't be.
he looks considerably worse for wear, none of the usual unassuming polish about him: he's not slept, evident in the colour under his eyes if not in his steady hands; his clothes are tarnished with soot from across the city. but his eyes are bright. there's no sign that the strain is too much. ]
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If I kept count I'd get tired.
[ no. the honest answer is not as many as I should have, and that's not worth saying either. he could have remedied that, could have done something about it by going direct to Claire's makeshift clinic as soon as it was opened and helping out there. instead he's been all about the city, sticking his nose in where it probably shouldn't be.
he looks considerably worse for wear, none of the usual unassuming polish about him: he's not slept, evident in the colour under his eyes if not in his steady hands; his clothes are tarnished with soot from across the city. but his eyes are bright. there's no sign that the strain is too much. ]
It's like you said. We're few and far between.