Mind you, worse is what got him here in the first place. Nothing like the pain of a Gatling gun ripping through your body and leaving you bleeding in a church steeple, unable to move or even breathe as the life leaves you.
Still, he's had worse than a stab to the lung. The scars on his body should more than prove that. Not that he's exactly planning on stripping off to show this stranger what worse entails.
He inhales that sweet opium and tobacco, closes his eyes, and exhales slowly. Give him a minute. He'll be up for the trek.
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Mind you, worse is what got him here in the first place. Nothing like the pain of a Gatling gun ripping through your body and leaving you bleeding in a church steeple, unable to move or even breathe as the life leaves you.
Still, he's had worse than a stab to the lung. The scars on his body should more than prove that. Not that he's exactly planning on stripping off to show this stranger what worse entails.
He inhales that sweet opium and tobacco, closes his eyes, and exhales slowly. Give him a minute. He'll be up for the trek.