[Niko saw the other guy approach the crushed...thing on the ground and reach forward to touch it. Without consciously thinking of it, Niko blurted, voice still ragged and sightly pitched from hysteria]
[That admission threatened his stomach again and he couldn't breath for a moment.He hadn't thought about that detail until then, not consciously. He couldn't - he didn't want to think beyond the obvious: the guy had been dead in seconds and had been completely decimated. It was that reason, he managed to pry his hands away from the table, and pulled off his jacket. He gagged all over again when he felt it stick to his body, clinging from that stuff that had sprayed him, but he moved with a single-minded focus, forcing himself to approach the mess, breathing into his shoulder so he didn't start puking, and threw his jacket over the mess. He couldn't cover all of it, not with how far the stuff had sprayed, but he just wanted the absolute worst gone so he could stop thinking about bone, flesh, blood, tears and pops-
[He stepped back, retching again, and he firmly looked away. HIs hand clenched and unclenched, leaving furrows in his skin. It was taking every inch of control for his voice not to shake as he forced himself to say]
We...should leave the room. Now. That thing might decide to come back.
[That was one of the reasons. The other reason was the smell and sight and everything was reminding him of everything he was currently trying not to remember.]
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Don't-there's...no fucking point....Head's crushed...
[That admission threatened his stomach again and he couldn't breath for a moment.He hadn't thought about that detail until then, not consciously. He couldn't - he didn't want to think beyond the obvious: the guy had been dead in seconds and had been completely decimated. It was that reason, he managed to pry his hands away from the table, and pulled off his jacket. He gagged all over again when he felt it stick to his body, clinging from that stuff that had sprayed him, but he moved with a single-minded focus, forcing himself to approach the mess, breathing into his shoulder so he didn't start puking, and threw his jacket over the mess. He couldn't cover all of it, not with how far the stuff had sprayed, but he just wanted the absolute worst gone so he could stop thinking about bone, flesh, blood, tears and pops-
[He stepped back, retching again, and he firmly looked away. HIs hand clenched and unclenched, leaving furrows in his skin. It was taking every inch of control for his voice not to shake as he forced himself to say]
We...should leave the room. Now. That thing might decide to come back.
[That was one of the reasons. The other reason was the smell and sight and everything was reminding him of everything he was currently trying not to remember.]