I mean, it's already happened. I'm pretty sure at least one person's gonna chew you out once they find out.

[ (Wanderer. He means Wanderer, if only because he can't imagine he won't have something to say about this.) ]

It's your call if you want people to know 'bout this, but dried blood's grody as hell, and...if your concern's whether you can keep a hold of yourself, I ain't sure if blood stains are gonna help.

[ He thinks he's managed to figure out that much based on what he's seen so far, between all the blood, the seeking help, the apparent guilt and punishment here. ]