[ He's covered in — bits of flesh. Face spotted with blood. Nicky takes no joy in killing, but was made for it, and always comes out soaked, loved deeply by battle. ]
I am unharmed. [ He smiles. Of course nobody yet knows of Nicky's immortality, but the concern is sweet. ] And you, my friend?
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I am unharmed. [ He smiles. Of course nobody yet knows of Nicky's immortality, but the concern is sweet. ] And you, my friend?