[ Jamie's no stranger to an uneven floor; he's a pirate, a sailor, and he's seen his fair share of rough ocean. Jamie grits his teeth as he feels the beast bite in, keeps himself from screaming from the pain, and he knows exactly what that kind of bite is.
He's carted too many corpses not to. Too many boys nearly cut in half from that kind of bite, smaller than he is now. It hurts. It hurts so much, and he only has a little more bandage to use... so he keeps it for later. The mark is large but not too deep, not deep enough that his clothes can't take the blood instead of a bandage. And he'll... handle the pain.
He starts speaking before he looks over to Peter.]
I offered the only bloody thing I have anymore. All that's kept me going through the years.
[ And he can feel the hole there, the loss of it, more than even the crocodile bite.]
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He's carted too many corpses not to. Too many boys nearly cut in half from that kind of bite, smaller than he is now. It hurts. It hurts so much, and he only has a little more bandage to use... so he keeps it for later. The mark is large but not too deep, not deep enough that his clothes can't take the blood instead of a bandage. And he'll... handle the pain.
He starts speaking before he looks over to Peter.]
I offered the only bloody thing I have anymore. All that's kept me going through the years.
[ And he can feel the hole there, the loss of it, more than even the crocodile bite.]
Is this 'gift' or-
[ Which is when he sees Peter's situation.]
Fuck.