[ well, now he's definitely sporting a migraine before his eyes are even open, trying to squint them shut even tighter as he gets more of those blaring beeps. they don't drown out, but they do draw him back to the realization that he isn't where he was, eyes finally darting open and seeing the brightness of the white hallway, the holler and crowdedness of the arena now gone.
kovacs partially remembers the bargain made, the talk of regrets, but it feels more like a dream now, and as he sits up, groaning the pain of injuries still present on his body, likely bleeding through his shirt if not already visible through slashed windows of fabric.
his attention, though, goes over to the kid mumbling to the source of the beeping, watching for a moment as he apparently tries to soothe it down with words. raising a brow briefly, he bends a knee to rest his elbow on it as he goes to pinch the bridge of his nose. ]
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kovacs partially remembers the bargain made, the talk of regrets, but it feels more like a dream now, and as he sits up, groaning the pain of injuries still present on his body, likely bleeding through his shirt if not already visible through slashed windows of fabric.
his attention, though, goes over to the kid mumbling to the source of the beeping, watching for a moment as he apparently tries to soothe it down with words. raising a brow briefly, he bends a knee to rest his elbow on it as he goes to pinch the bridge of his nose. ]
Gonna shut that thing up anytime soon?