It wasn't the first time he'd stopped to stare at the condition his hand was left in, registering somewhere between abject horror and utter fascination of the sight, but it was the first time he'd had the chance to show it to someone else and he wasn't exactly sure how to explain it. Calling it all a game, that was the only thing that came to mind, as much as it probably didn't make sense to the stranger inspecting him. Maybe he can blame the blood loss on that.
"... a-actually," he adds, though he doesn't sound at all proud of it, "I ... I-I won."
If anything, it's a reminder of what he needs to do next, once he's in the proper state of health to do so. But it's a thought he keeps to himself for now.
The sound of that whistle is loud and piercing enough that he winces, almost reaching with his good hand to cover his ear, but it's over quick enough and the stranger is standing up to ... retreat, Clancy assumes. It's not like he could blame the man, because he knew just how much of a lost cause he must seem. Trembling, bleeding, missing fingers, eyes wide and stricken with fear - why would anyone go out of their way to help a dying man with no hope?
He almost doesn't catch what the man says ... was he asking him to keep an eye on the horse? Was he supposed to get up and chase after it if the horse decided to make a break for it?
"Uh ..." It didn't make much sense to him, and the stranger was already leaving and out of earshot. "... s-sure."
Clancy does try his best. At least the horse doesn't appear to be the flighty type after all, and the man returns soon enough with the supplies he was looking for. True, his hand did need some proper cleaning. He didn't have much of a chance to do it himself in the panicked chaos of his escape, only doing what he could with the meager materials he could scrap and instead focusing his energy on getting as far away as possible. But now came the time to actually tend to it, and while he wasn't looking forward to it, surely he wouldn't have to rely on someone else for it. Right?
"I-- I can ... I can do it," Clancy doesn't sound entirely confident about it, but he does reach for one of the cloths with his good hand, despite it shaking as much as it is. The other man was kind enough to offer, and it had been some time since Clancy had known any such kindness, but any man of the knightly sort such as him didn't need to waste time with him. "... I-I think-- I think I can do it ..."
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"... a-actually," he adds, though he doesn't sound at all proud of it, "I ... I-I won."
If anything, it's a reminder of what he needs to do next, once he's in the proper state of health to do so. But it's a thought he keeps to himself for now.
The sound of that whistle is loud and piercing enough that he winces, almost reaching with his good hand to cover his ear, but it's over quick enough and the stranger is standing up to ... retreat, Clancy assumes. It's not like he could blame the man, because he knew just how much of a lost cause he must seem. Trembling, bleeding, missing fingers, eyes wide and stricken with fear - why would anyone go out of their way to help a dying man with no hope?
He almost doesn't catch what the man says ... was he asking him to keep an eye on the horse? Was he supposed to get up and chase after it if the horse decided to make a break for it?
"Uh ..." It didn't make much sense to him, and the stranger was already leaving and out of earshot. "... s-sure."
Clancy does try his best. At least the horse doesn't appear to be the flighty type after all, and the man returns soon enough with the supplies he was looking for. True, his hand did need some proper cleaning. He didn't have much of a chance to do it himself in the panicked chaos of his escape, only doing what he could with the meager materials he could scrap and instead focusing his energy on getting as far away as possible. But now came the time to actually tend to it, and while he wasn't looking forward to it, surely he wouldn't have to rely on someone else for it. Right?
"I-- I can ... I can do it," Clancy doesn't sound entirely confident about it, but he does reach for one of the cloths with his good hand, despite it shaking as much as it is. The other man was kind enough to offer, and it had been some time since Clancy had known any such kindness, but any man of the knightly sort such as him didn't need to waste time with him. "... I-I think-- I think I can do it ..."