[A touch of exasperation to how he says it. Jean takes off what little of his shirt remains, ripping it into thin strips. He takes Armin's injured hand gently in his own.]
I wish we had something to dress it with.
[An idle wish. With precision and care, he sets to wrapping his hand instead, gaze darting up to Armin on occasion.] We don't have to rush here. We can afford the time to slow down.
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[A touch of exasperation to how he says it. Jean takes off what little of his shirt remains, ripping it into thin strips. He takes Armin's injured hand gently in his own.]
I wish we had something to dress it with.
[An idle wish. With precision and care, he sets to wrapping his hand instead, gaze darting up to Armin on occasion.] We don't have to rush here. We can afford the time to slow down.