(That’s not his shadow btw) Wounded child: hm, guess it’s nothing

Wounded child: I....don’t remember actually....

Wounded child: I’ve never seen anyone before, I never needed a name

Wounded child: Who’s..... runaway?

(Fifth probably will have to help wounded a lot since he doesn’t remember a lot of things)

Wounded child: *holds his hands over his head* please....don’t......yell....

(He no like it when someone touches him) Wounded child: LET GO*starts to flail around trying to free himself*

Wounded child: JUST LET GO!*punches fifth unusually hard*

Wounded child: *puts his hand over the spot that he grabbed* THAT HURTS.*runs In the opposite way he’s supposed to go*(not a single spot on his body isn’t covered in a scar or bruise, touching him is like torturing him)

(Touch wounded and he’ll kill you) Wounded child: *runs faster*

*runs faster*