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[misgives]

[ Someone is accessing the network writing in their own blood. That can't be bad news or anything. ]

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[elfstoned]

[Aaron's eyes flick over to the scrap pile, then back to Ayden.]

He can be moved without trouble. Did you drive here, Mordin?

[A pickup truck isn't ideal for patient transport, but he's made do before. Did Mordin have any better ideas?]

Ayden, are you hurt anywhere else?