[Stoneface exhales slowly when Handmaiden admits that it's still there, and knows that as long as she's aware of it, she'll fight it. He keeps his hand on her shoulder for a moment longer, then nods.]
To Wellspring. They've got a morgue.
[He lays the blankets down, and turns Simon's body onto it, facedown, barely flinching when he sees his ravaged back. Stoneface had never been very squeamish, having seen the insides of too many torture chambers, the results of too many domestic disturbances to have the smell of blood bother him any longer. Still, it's not a pretty sight. It looks like it hurt when he went. He folds both sides of the bedsheet around the body snugly, ignoring the blood that seeps through. He knots it neatly and turns the corpse back onto its back, face up, more out of a contrived feeling of respect than anything else.]
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To Wellspring. They've got a morgue.
[He lays the blankets down, and turns Simon's body onto it, facedown, barely flinching when he sees his ravaged back. Stoneface had never been very squeamish, having seen the insides of too many torture chambers, the results of too many domestic disturbances to have the smell of blood bother him any longer. Still, it's not a pretty sight. It looks like it hurt when he went. He folds both sides of the bedsheet around the body snugly, ignoring the blood that seeps through. He knots it neatly and turns the corpse back onto its back, face up, more out of a contrived feeling of respect than anything else.]
Let's wrap him one more time and take him there.