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[Giovanni remains on his knees in the dirt, face shocked and wracked with pain, red eyes wide and filled with a confusion so overt it's almost a physical thing. He looks down at himself and his mouth opens, closes, one hand moving to touch the bullet wound at his shoulder, fingers coming away stick-slick with blood. The gash in his side is likewise still spilling out black-red liquid, and when the Dog turns his face up towards his advancing Handler he looks almost (almost) afraid.]

I don't...

[For a moment words fail him, breath coming sharp and quick and then--]

What's happening?!