[Cain doesn't blame the guy for wanting to keep an eye on him. He plans to do the same until he feels the sharp sting on his arm.]
I didn't cut myself. The suit would be ripped.
[He growls the words, temper flaring from the insinuations Mitsuhide were making.
The only explanation he could come up with was something inside his suit, so he turns the arm inside out, inspecting the area that would have been pressed against his forearm for anything, anything at all. There was nothing, just the smooth synthetic material.]
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I didn't cut myself. The suit would be ripped.
[He growls the words, temper flaring from the insinuations Mitsuhide were making.
The only explanation he could come up with was something inside his suit, so he turns the arm inside out, inspecting the area that would have been pressed against his forearm for anything, anything at all. There was nothing, just the smooth synthetic material.]