"The backs of his legs?" Marcie hadn't known that. She hadn't seen it when he was lying on his back, crumpled against Melpomene's bookshelf. "I did see how he died, but... there was a lot of blood, I-" She bit her lip. "Please be honest with me. It is difficult, but I'd rather know the truth of everything. I thought, maybe... do you like... glue the skin closed, or something?"