[The color is returning to his face, though now it's scarlet. He feels like such an asshole. He wants to melt through the floor like one of those horrible ghosts back in the Otherworld and never return. Ow his wrist.]
[He gingerly reaches down to collect his weapon, still whole and able to fight another day. Perhaps against a real threat.]
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[The color is returning to his face, though now it's scarlet. He feels like such an asshole. He wants to melt through the floor like one of those horrible ghosts back in the Otherworld and never return. Ow his wrist.]
[He gingerly reaches down to collect his weapon, still whole and able to fight another day. Perhaps against a real threat.]