[Alfie's quiet and still during K's recounting of the incident. His face muscles twitch at some parts (the pulling, the bleeding, the weakness), and his fingers curl and uncurl themselves into a loose fist at others (the talk of death prices). When K finishes the story, Alfie sits in silence for a few long moments, processing.]
He wouldn't've liked that.
[He says, finally.]
Being fixed by the MODs. It's too much like Norfinbury.
[His eyes flick back up to K's, and he exhales, spreading his palms flat on the arms of his chair.]
Thank you.
[He's repeating himself, but it's something that bears repeating.]
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He wouldn't've liked that.
[He says, finally.]
Being fixed by the MODs. It's too much like Norfinbury.
[His eyes flick back up to K's, and he exhales, spreading his palms flat on the arms of his chair.]
Thank you.
[He's repeating himself, but it's something that bears repeating.]