[About two minutes later, Toki's pushing himself up from the from the gore with a scream. He's covered in blood now; it's everywhere and he can taste it. So gross. He's sort of crossed the threshold of outright panic into an eerie pseudo-calm; detached from everything but his current task. He's compartmentalizing the fear away into the dark recesses of his brain.]
I can't do this!
[But it's said with confidence, and Toki digs faster through the remnants of Terry's body, moving aside vertebrae and slices of flesh, and then he sees them. Shiny in some places, but covered in blood. He holds up the scissors in triumph.]
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I can't do this!
[But it's said with confidence, and Toki digs faster through the remnants of Terry's body, moving aside vertebrae and slices of flesh, and then he sees them. Shiny in some places, but covered in blood. He holds up the scissors in triumph.]
What do I do with them!?