[The incredulity bleeds through clearly. The arrow stays nocked, but he feels no immediate need to keep the string pulled anymore. Frank is standing and alive and not even bleeding. Like if he was actually wearing his vest. Which he isn't.]
There is not a soul on this planet that is happier you're still standing than I am, [he says, neither of them knowing there's at least one other--] but how the hell are you still standing?
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[The incredulity bleeds through clearly. The arrow stays nocked, but he feels no immediate need to keep the string pulled anymore. Frank is standing and alive and not even bleeding. Like if he was actually wearing his vest. Which he isn't.]
There is not a soul on this planet that is happier you're still standing than I am, [he says, neither of them knowing there's at least one other--] but how the hell are you still standing?