Afterwards -
Ace remembered kneeling on the floor. It was not cold anymore, warm as it was with a thick sheen of his blood. Red poured out from his mouth and his bloodshot eyes.
The twelve hours of straining against heightened, crushing gravity had worn its toll on the little boy.
When he saw the blood, his stomach turned in disgust, but at the same time, he was drawn to it. It was warm, and warmth, he knew very, very little of.
"Get up, Ace." The biggest, oldest Ace grabbed little Ace's shoulder and raised him up.
Ace kept looking down at his blood in a lightheaded daze.
"Stop that." The oldest clone shook Ace, forcing his gaze up where their eyes met. "Or else you'll turn into a weirdo psycho."
"Huh…?" said Ace.
"Are your ears clogged or something?" the oldest clone peered at Ace's ears. Blood streamed from them too. "Oh yeah, they would be. Here-," The clone tapped Ace's forehead. The blood popped out of his ears, moved by telekinetic force. "Better?"
