[ it's a good thing that connor isn't looking at dirk's face, because he mouths 'my dragon set it on fire' vaguely incredulously, which is hypocritical because he was literally murdered by a giant dog man, but whatever.
he watches connor though, and notes his discomfort. a part of him does feel bad about it, which is a strange feeling because he really never felt guilt about anything before he came here. there just wasn't room for guilt or regret in his brain before he died.
he doesn't hiss in pain or jerk away or do anything really; the only way it's possible to tell that connor is sewing up a person instead of a doll is that the muscles twitch slightly under his hand.
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he watches connor though, and notes his discomfort. a part of him does feel bad about it, which is a strange feeling because he really never felt guilt about anything before he came here. there just wasn't room for guilt or regret in his brain before he died.
he doesn't hiss in pain or jerk away or do anything really; the only way it's possible to tell that connor is sewing up a person instead of a doll is that the muscles twitch slightly under his hand.
eventually, he sighs. ]
I'll let you have a go at it.