... Is it dead?
Couldn't say for sure. You hit him pretty hard.
Could you... go check?
What, you want me to poke him with a stick? You go check.
But... what if it's alive? What'll it do to me?
Not as much as he would do to me, that's for sure. You should check; he's your responsibility.
That's... that's true, but... what if it's alive? It'll hurt me.
And since when has pain mattered to you? You know what? I'm gonna go check.
NO! DON'T! If you know, then I'll know, and if it's dead, I don't know what I'll do!
What, so you wanna just leave him lying there? ...STATIC?
No, no, that would be wrong, but if I know... then it might be dead!
I'm checking, which means you're checking. {Kneels down and feels for a pulse}
... well?
{whispers} Just barely... Do you even remember for how long he's been like this?
{shakes his head, ashamed} No.
I do, though.
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