Normally, William would be breaking out the sample jars.
Yes, William brought sample jars.
But not now, somehow. He creeps forward in Rey's wake, or sort of at Rey's side, his eyes roving to and fro over the matted bed of body parts. His shoe squelches viscously in dark blood, and then a puckered skein of skin gets caught in the sole, but he manages to pull it free with a wiggle of his foot. He doesn't even look down to do it. Partly because he's scared enough, and partly because he doesn't want to get distracted by the squishy, pureed science :)x littered all over the floor, and partly because
he's distracted. Someone had doubled back. "Looks like some cunt went through there," he tells Rey, whispering for any number of reasons-- none of them very practical, considering the distance to the nearest cover.
He points forward, all the way there-- at the dominoed supply cases.
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Yes, William brought sample jars.
But not now, somehow. He creeps forward in Rey's wake, or sort of at Rey's side, his eyes roving to and fro over the matted bed of body parts. His shoe squelches viscously in dark blood, and then a puckered skein of skin gets caught in the sole, but he manages to pull it free with a wiggle of his foot. He doesn't even look down to do it. Partly because he's scared enough, and partly because he doesn't want to get distracted by the squishy, pureed science :)x littered all over the floor, and partly because
he's distracted. Someone had doubled back. "Looks like some cunt went through there," he tells Rey, whispering for any number of reasons-- none of them very practical, considering the distance to the nearest cover.
He points forward, all the way there-- at the dominoed supply cases.