[The energy and anger quickly draining out of Hendrik leave him with nothing with which to react to Jasper's words. He rubs at his dry eyes and looks at Jasper tiredly, shoulders drooping as he tries to make sense of why the other man would say such a thing.
Why would he even begin to imply that he would any part of a fantasy that would resemble his current state?
It takes effort, but he shifts to rest on his good arm, his back facing Jasper. Strangely self-conscious, he pulls up the sheets to cover his empty sleeve.]
If you only have hurtful things to say, please leave.
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Why would he even begin to imply that he would any part of a fantasy that would resemble his current state?
It takes effort, but he shifts to rest on his good arm, his back facing Jasper. Strangely self-conscious, he pulls up the sheets to cover his empty sleeve.]
If you only have hurtful things to say, please leave.