[Tomato soup is new, not something he's had that he remembers, and the texture is strange. He's starting to feel numb, or... not exactly. It's the absence and alleviation of pain, which in itself is odd because it's been a while since there wasn't any. When he's finished it, he stares at his hand holding the cup. The gash between his forefinger and thumb is closing and it's both fascinating and frightening to watch.]
How did...
[He drops the cup to the sand and examines the fading knife wound on his abdomen. That was the deepest one, and there might not even be a scar.]
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How did...
[He drops the cup to the sand and examines the fading knife wound on his abdomen. That was the deepest one, and there might not even be a scar.]