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[What to do indeed. When Silco reappears from behind the couch Richard feels the immediate draw towards him, just like when he had called out his name just a moment prior. There was a strong pull and desire for him to approach the man and comfort him in his very apparent distress. The older man looked almost like a ghost, pale and bloodied, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Seeing him in so uncharacteristically vulnerable position makes him chest tighten, the invisible vines curling around his heart and digging their poisonous barbs into him.

But just like before, he can't bring himself to make the move. So instead, he twitches on the spot, turning the knife in his hand. Richard quickly turns his eyes at the door as he presses his lips into harsh thin white line, remembering only now that he had indeed locked them inside when he had entered the room. Leaving would be not be as simple as walking out the door.

He hears Silco's voice across the room again, forcing his attention back to the man at the couch. The question leaves him speechless. Is he alright? Absolutely not. But that is not what is important here. There is a moment of silence as Richard struggles with his words, voice betraying him.]

I... I am not the one bleeding here.