[ It doesn't hurt especially, but James can feel the injury, an older wound from another encounter that's just opened up. He can also feel the eyes lingering on the trace of blood that shows past the cuff of his shirt. ]
I know what you're doing.
[ He's not even going to pretend otherwise. Sure, there is a chance that thing will pop up here again, or maybe even a different one, but they have no way of knowing when, and from what James has seen so far, it could be a long wait.
But he's also in no mood to argue, so he rolls up his sleeve, removing the already loose bandage from the long claw marks on his forearm, while making his way back to his backpack. ]
This is nothing. It just tore open during the fight.
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I know what you're doing.
[ He's not even going to pretend otherwise. Sure, there is a chance that thing will pop up here again, or maybe even a different one, but they have no way of knowing when, and from what James has seen so far, it could be a long wait.
But he's also in no mood to argue, so he rolls up his sleeve, removing the already loose bandage from the long claw marks on his forearm, while making his way back to his backpack. ]
This is nothing. It just tore open during the fight.