[He knows the knife is out of his shoulder, that he'd ripped it away, still holding tightly to Wash's wrist, he can see the end of the blade, his blood on it, but it's not inside him. It still feels like it's there. Pietro becomes more aware of things when Wash presses his hand over the wound and it brings a different sensation that shifts the echo of the knife until his body catches up with his brain and understands the blade is no longer embedded there. Wash speaks, and Pietro hears it, but doesn't react right away, it takes him an entire two seconds. His breathing is heavy, but shallow, and he looks away from Wash and the knife, staring somewhere down at the floor as he tries to control the shaking. His voice isn't much more than a whisper, an uncomfortable admission.]
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Too deep.