[ "The collective" isn't a phrase he's too used to hearing, but there is something of it that sticks out, to Little, at least — the idea of being useful. Perhaps in different shapes and forms; he can't fully relate to the way the other man lays it out, but.... there's a soft hitch of something within his own chest to the concept.
It is rare to hear someone voice such a thing so directly, however, at least when and where Little's from. There's something intriguing to it all, and a little unsettling in the same vein — he isn't fully sure what to make of his new companion, although he holds onto his own concepts of gratitude and exchange, and knows he can't simply let this go. He'll have to pay him back somehow, or at the very least show his appreciation in some meaningful way.
For now, he doesn't want to distract the man from his task at hand and falls quiet again, readying himself as the jacket is removed and letting his eyes fall back to the tools in Vasiliy's hands. He's not seen any sort of.... pump? like this device. His eyes widen as he stares down at it, giving a sudden sharp gasp of breath, surprised. He's staring, looking equal parts startled and frightened, swallowing back a little wave of sudden, odd nausea by the display. It doesn't hurt terribly — a bit of a sting as the current makes contact with the wound — but it's mostly the novelty of it that disturbs him (and some of it his lack of a strong stomach for medical things in general).
Still, he can see that it appears to have... cleaned the scratch, and there's some quiet awe to the fact. If they'd had access to such tools as this... ]
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It is rare to hear someone voice such a thing so directly, however, at least when and where Little's from. There's something intriguing to it all, and a little unsettling in the same vein — he isn't fully sure what to make of his new companion, although he holds onto his own concepts of gratitude and exchange, and knows he can't simply let this go. He'll have to pay him back somehow, or at the very least show his appreciation in some meaningful way.
For now, he doesn't want to distract the man from his task at hand and falls quiet again, readying himself as the jacket is removed and letting his eyes fall back to the tools in Vasiliy's hands. He's not seen any sort of.... pump? like this device. His eyes widen as he stares down at it, giving a sudden sharp gasp of breath, surprised. He's staring, looking equal parts startled and frightened, swallowing back a little wave of sudden, odd nausea by the display. It doesn't hurt terribly — a bit of a sting as the current makes contact with the wound — but it's mostly the novelty of it that disturbs him (and some of it his lack of a strong stomach for medical things in general).
Still, he can see that it appears to have... cleaned the scratch, and there's some quiet awe to the fact. If they'd had access to such tools as this... ]
....That device.... cleaned the wound?