[ Leoben waits quietly, then takes the first aid kit and goes about getting his blood over everything in there too, thanks for helping, Ray. He manages to scrub away most of the blood under the wound, at least, sprays it with antiseptic, then bandages it one handed, using his teeth to tie a knot like he's just come from the trenches.

He huffs, relieved, but holds his arm nice and high to keep more blood from spilling. And then there's just him sitting in a bloody mess, grinning cheerfully at Ray. ]

You're special because we're genetically identical, Ray. But you're human. Entirely, one hundred percent human. You're beautiful.

Everything you do, your entire life, is more valuable than any presidency. You have a calling, you just don't know it yet.