He's not sure if he should believe her. He doesn't want to argue with her, but...
In the end, it's probably best to just be honest. With a hint of bitterness, he responds, "It bothers me. This is disgusting--you shouldn't have to do this, Rita."
It doesn't feel right. In his mind, he's never experienced such bloodshed. Even during the war, he admits, so many of the people that died were faceless to him. He didn't need to think of their blood and having to clean up the blood of a friend and clean it away with his own hands. (What it still like that when all his memories were intact?)
Even if they did, there's no way they would have ever come back to life... Rita is special--the City is special. It's just not right to have to wash away your own blood... She died... He can still remember how horrifying her body looked crumbled on the ground. And it makes him shake a little even now.
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In the end, it's probably best to just be honest. With a hint of bitterness, he responds, "It bothers me. This is disgusting--you shouldn't have to do this, Rita."
It doesn't feel right. In his mind, he's never experienced such bloodshed. Even during the war, he admits, so many of the people that died were faceless to him. He didn't need to think of their blood and having to clean up the blood of a friend and clean it away with his own hands. (What it still like that when all his memories were intact?)
Even if they did, there's no way they would have ever come back to life... Rita is special--the City is special. It's just not right to have to wash away your own blood... She died... He can still remember how horrifying her body looked crumbled on the ground. And it makes him shake a little even now.