[ Fiver's still trying to make himself as small as possible when John comes up to him, as if he's still expecting something bigger than him to close its teeth around his neck. He almost doesn't even seem to notice John until he speaks, and then he's blinking up at the man with some mix of lingering fear and disbelief. ]
It's dead? [ He's still panting and his muscles are tense and unwilling to budge, but aside from the shock he's not too bad off. A scratch here, an ugly bruise there, a cut on his palm from handling that piece of metal, but pain isn't quite registering right now. ]
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It's dead? [ He's still panting and his muscles are tense and unwilling to budge, but aside from the shock he's not too bad off. A scratch here, an ugly bruise there, a cut on his palm from handling that piece of metal, but pain isn't quite registering right now. ]