[ Karl smiles, harmlessly. (Nothing to see here, folks, move along.) Then he gestures at Crane's face, the contusion that has swollen around his temple and the fine series of lacerations that have collected along it. ]
Gotta be careful with things like that. Infection's not pretty. [ Trust him, he knows. ]
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Gotta be careful with things like that. Infection's not pretty. [ Trust him, he knows. ]