[WOW NOPE SHOVING YOU AWAY. Which leaves him stumbling back and–thankfully–out of the circle. Sand gets into his partially... healed cut but he grits back the pain, gripping his knives and watching Zelos with a mixture of fear and anger.]
That's not what I asked.
[Also not what he expected. To see in his life. Ever. He stands with great struggle but manages, biting back the pain as he puts weight on the semi-injured leg. It's easier to do now, but that doesn't mean he's solaced. Readjusting his grip on the knives, he holds them out, glancing at the gash as well as he can before blinking back to Zelos.]
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That's not what I asked.
[Also not what he expected. To see in his life. Ever. He stands with great struggle but manages, biting back the pain as he puts weight on the semi-injured leg. It's easier to do now, but that doesn't mean he's solaced. Readjusting his grip on the knives, he holds them out, glancing at the gash as well as he can before blinking back to Zelos.]
What did you do to it.