[he makes a soft oh, quiet for a beat after the light has vanished. he stares at his arm and cautiously wiggles his fingers, half-expecting them to hurt, but...it's not so much a hurt as the kind of stiff ache one might get from sleeping with them curled up oddly. that's better than he expected.
bad people doing things to hurt them...like the riots? the people angry about them being here.
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bad people doing things to hurt them...like the riots? the people angry about them being here.
he looks back up at Archie.]
...How do we make them stop?