[ At that speculation, Barnes falters. Kraken isn't wrong, it's very possible that the wirey hairs themselves are the only thing keeping his throat closed; it's the classic dilemma of pulling a knife out versus leaving it in, or perhaps moving a crushing weight off of someone only to know it would kill them faster than simply leaving it there.
He exhales, stepping in to try and get a better look at the wounds. he can't make out much.
A beat passes. ]
We can't leave 'em on there, [ He reasons slowly, not that he's being condescending or comforting. In fact, it almost seems like he's talking to himself, trying to solve a puzzle out loud. ] Haven't seen a doc since I've been here. No hospitals, no medkits, no way out. Those things aren't gonna clot your wounds. We leave 'em, you're gonna slowly keep bleeding around 'em. We take 'em off, you start bleeding a hell of a lot faster, but there's a chance we can stop it. Your choice, your decision.
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He exhales, stepping in to try and get a better look at the wounds. he can't make out much.
A beat passes. ]
We can't leave 'em on there, [ He reasons slowly, not that he's being condescending or comforting. In fact, it almost seems like he's talking to himself, trying to solve a puzzle out loud. ] Haven't seen a doc since I've been here. No hospitals, no medkits, no way out. Those things aren't gonna clot your wounds. We leave 'em, you're gonna slowly keep bleeding around 'em. We take 'em off, you start bleeding a hell of a lot faster, but there's a chance we can stop it. Your choice, your decision.