[ The hunting is bad, and breakfast comes with eggs from an abandoned nest but no meat. It wouldn't be a problem, save for-
-the blood bottle still gets filled, and that's what matters. Blood is blood, no matter what it comes from, and it's only a tiny thing. While Sypha busies herself with dealing with a loose shoe on one of the horses, Trevor enters the wagon with the bottle. ]
Before you sleep- [ He begins, and then actually looks at the stained white shirt. Then at the cut itself. ] -fuck.
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-the blood bottle still gets filled, and that's what matters. Blood is blood, no matter what it comes from, and it's only a tiny thing. While Sypha busies herself with dealing with a loose shoe on one of the horses, Trevor enters the wagon with the bottle. ]
Before you sleep- [ He begins, and then actually looks at the stained white shirt. Then at the cut itself. ] -fuck.