[But he pulls Bellamy to his feet, smooth enough, keeping the grip on his hand steady, easy. Still the left. If things were different... if the moment in the depths of the castle wasn't still bouncing around in his head as much, maybe it wouldn't be a big deal.]
[Once Bellamy's on his feet, he shakes his head, pushing a hand through his hair.]
Yeah. More than it looks like.
[The other part of those skills -- making it look like you're not as tired, not as beat down, as you actually are. Less of a target on your head. Unless, you know, you're bleeding or actively dying.]
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[But he pulls Bellamy to his feet, smooth enough, keeping the grip on his hand steady, easy. Still the left. If things were different... if the moment in the depths of the castle wasn't still bouncing around in his head as much, maybe it wouldn't be a big deal.]
[Once Bellamy's on his feet, he shakes his head, pushing a hand through his hair.]
Yeah. More than it looks like.
[The other part of those skills -- making it look like you're not as tired, not as beat down, as you actually are. Less of a target on your head. Unless, you know, you're bleeding or actively dying.]