[ Fenris struggles to get hold of himself. Voices and images still thrum in the back of his mind, but he swallows them down, forces them into the same remote, silent place where he locks away everything else about himself that he can't process or understand. He doesn't like to show weakness at the best of times, but here? Now? It's not acceptable.
He breathes deep, and tries to center himself on this place, this moment. The shouting rioters, the sweat trickling down the back of his neck, the blood in his mouth. The acrid air, thick and close from the fires burning nearby. The streets, luminous with oil, streaked red. ]
No. I'm fine.
[ He lifts a hand, looks Giovanni in the eye. The concern, however slight, surprises him. He clears his throat. ]
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He breathes deep, and tries to center himself on this place, this moment. The shouting rioters, the sweat trickling down the back of his neck, the blood in his mouth. The acrid air, thick and close from the fires burning nearby. The streets, luminous with oil, streaked red. ]
No. I'm fine.
[ He lifts a hand, looks Giovanni in the eye. The concern, however slight, surprises him. He clears his throat. ]
That collar. Do you wear it all the time?