[John hears the word 'duel', and everything Hamilton says after that sort of fades away. He recalls the last thing he saw before waking up here -- a volley of shots from the British forces directed at him. At first he'd thought he died, but quickly realized this is neither Heaven nor Hell. So he must have been saved, right? It didn't explain why he suddenly had a bunch of holes in his uniform, but it sure as hell explained why he was clearly alive, right?
So maybe it was a coincidence that Hamilton had been in a duel, and had a suspicious tear in his clothes. Or maybe not.
Wordlessly, he walks over to Alexander, eyes on the spot at Alex's side. His footsteps cause louder-than-normal creaks from the floorboards, but he doesn't really notice. John reaches out and touches the stitches, then looks up at Alexander's face, confused.]
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So maybe it was a coincidence that Hamilton had been in a duel, and had a suspicious tear in his clothes. Or maybe not.
Wordlessly, he walks over to Alexander, eyes on the spot at Alex's side. His footsteps cause louder-than-normal creaks from the floorboards, but he doesn't really notice. John reaches out and touches the stitches, then looks up at Alexander's face, confused.]
Were you shot?