[Of course she won't, and he finds it increasingly difficult to stay upright, the only thing keeping him from crumpling the prospect of her getting a good look at him. He's always known that as soon as she manages even the slightest glance at his collection of scars, she'll recognize her handiwork.]
Don't--
[He has a gloved hand pressed to the wound in his stomach, blood still leaking from between his fingers as he steps away, more reflex than anything else. It's clear he's still reluctant to get past her using force.]
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Don't--
[He has a gloved hand pressed to the wound in his stomach, blood still leaking from between his fingers as he steps away, more reflex than anything else. It's clear he's still reluctant to get past her using force.]
Been through worse.
[That's what he tells himself, anyway.]