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[tearing up the fabric further and starting to wrap it around the wound on Naoya's arm. the foot-long razorblade fingers on his one hand are surprisingly nimble] It looks like you'll be safe here -- until you've recovered a little, or until I can come back to get you, whichever comes first. [a brief smile] For some reason I imagine it'll be the former, but you don't have to push yourself too hard.