[ He’s sure he can do this autopsy. Why not? He’s seen men die, he’s seen men mutilated, their bodies torn and spattered, and he’s been covered in the blood of people he’s killed. He cuts into the heel beside the the horn, sectioning away a hunk of flesh as efficiently as if he were preparing raw meat for a stew, but as he flips away what was his own meat to reveal the first of the bones underneath his stomach turns.
His blood is still fresh. He swallows against the nausea, trues to ignore his sudden realisation that the foot is still warm as he cuts in further, looking to see if horn is joined to bone ]
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[ He’s sure he can do this autopsy. Why not? He’s seen men die, he’s seen men mutilated, their bodies torn and spattered, and he’s been covered in the blood of people he’s killed. He cuts into the heel beside the the horn, sectioning away a hunk of flesh as efficiently as if he were preparing raw meat for a stew, but as he flips away what was his own meat to reveal the first of the bones underneath his stomach turns.
His blood is still fresh. He swallows against the nausea, trues to ignore his sudden realisation that the foot is still warm as he cuts in further, looking to see if horn is joined to bone ]