Oh God, do they not know they're dead? They have to be, right? This is Hell, right?!
'Cause if it isn't, that might be worse. At least Jackie knows what to expect in Hell. Then again, he hasn't seen Uncle Po, or Winston, or Vincent, or even fucking Dogeyes.
"...I'm not hurt anymore," he says tentatively, and raises his shirt enough to show off the new, nasty scar he has on his stomach right where Mr. Tong's machete--
--he doesn't want to think about that.
It's a clean horizontal slash, clearly done by someone who knew what they were doing, and clearly a fatal wound. Not only should he not be upright, he shouldn't be conscious, just based on the blood loss soaking his shirt and hoodie.
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Oh God, do they not know they're dead? They have to be, right? This is Hell, right?!
'Cause if it isn't, that might be worse. At least Jackie knows what to expect in Hell. Then again, he hasn't seen Uncle Po, or Winston, or Vincent, or even fucking Dogeyes.
"...I'm not hurt anymore," he says tentatively, and raises his shirt enough to show off the new, nasty scar he has on his stomach right where Mr. Tong's machete--
--he doesn't want to think about that.
It's a clean horizontal slash, clearly done by someone who knew what they were doing, and clearly a fatal wound. Not only should he not be upright, he shouldn't be conscious, just based on the blood loss soaking his shirt and hoodie.