Jolted out of his shock, Giles starts forward automatically, not knowing what he plans to do other than somehow keep further harm from coming to the Psiioniic. The impossible amount of red on their clothes registers more firmly as Psii's blood, a set quantity of lost blood, and in his line of work Giles knows exactly how much a man can lose and how long it takes to lose it.
He goes instantly to the man's side, but then shies back a step, horrified gaze fixed on the Condesce.
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Jolted out of his shock, Giles starts forward automatically, not knowing what he plans to do other than somehow keep further harm from coming to the Psiioniic. The impossible amount of red on their clothes registers more firmly as Psii's blood, a set quantity of lost blood, and in his line of work Giles knows exactly how much a man can lose and how long it takes to lose it.
He goes instantly to the man's side, but then shies back a step, horrified gaze fixed on the Condesce.
"What did you do to him?"