[as if Kino hadn't spoken at all. brown eyes catch on the still form, bloodied and bruised. the birds overhead, the small body curled up next to it. he can't think. he doesn't move. it just doesn't make sense. so much blood. why wasn't any of it wrapped? why out here, away from camp? Kino had to know. there had to be a reason.]
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[he can't move. he doesn't.]
Why is he here? Why is he...?
[as if Kino hadn't spoken at all. brown eyes catch on the still form, bloodied and bruised. the birds overhead, the small body curled up next to it. he can't think. he doesn't move. it just doesn't make sense. so much blood. why wasn't any of it wrapped? why out here, away from camp? Kino had to know. there had to be a reason.]
[but why?]