[William makes a sound that starts out like 'Wow' and folds itself elegantly, almost indistinguishably into 'ow' as it goes on. The sentiment behind wow doesn't fade, though, even as he becomes cognizant of the fact that this treatment is far from pain-free. He stares at her blood leaking onto his arm. It seems dreadfully unsanitary by the standards of space-age medicine, but he couldn't have really expected anything else.
And besides, the mess of demons, angels, and other supernatural creatures running amok on his homeworld really only lends itself to the understanding that sterilization and organization and methodization and other -zations, generally, are a desperate and sometimes quite mistaken effort to impose order on the fact that reality is messy.] Yes, [he says eventually. He looks up.] Yeah. Can I move it 'round now or will that fuck something up?
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And besides, the mess of demons, angels, and other supernatural creatures running amok on his homeworld really only lends itself to the understanding that sterilization and organization and methodization and other -zations, generally, are a desperate and sometimes quite mistaken effort to impose order on the fact that reality is messy.] Yes, [he says eventually. He looks up.] Yeah. Can I move it 'round now or will that fuck something up?