[He says it like he's correcting her, like she could have somehow seen wrong. When he looks at his hand, he thinks, yeah, no, she's right, but the pain hasn't yet set in. It feels distant.]
It doesn't matter. It'll get patched up. Everything here does, so we can keep going. For no reason.
[The dramatic tone of those words makes him scowl, and he stares down at the floor, lets his hand drop to his side.]
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[He says it like he's correcting her, like she could have somehow seen wrong. When he looks at his hand, he thinks, yeah, no, she's right, but the pain hasn't yet set in. It feels distant.]
It doesn't matter. It'll get patched up. Everything here does, so we can keep going. For no reason.
[The dramatic tone of those words makes him scowl, and he stares down at the floor, lets his hand drop to his side.]
Where are you going, after this. To your room?