[For a second, Cain thinks Mitsuhide is referring to him, talking about his magically appearing cut, and he's ready to snap at the guy. But, when he looks over, he can't help but follow Mitsuhide's gaze and immediately spots the blood.]
What the fuck?
[He feels a sting in his thigh and this time he doesn't need to pull his space suit off any further to know exactly what it is.
Encouragement.
Grabbing the handle of the knife, he turns on Mitsuhide, trying to snag his wrist.] C'mere. We're doing this. You want to pick which word you get or should I?
no subject
What the fuck?
[He feels a sting in his thigh and this time he doesn't need to pull his space suit off any further to know exactly what it is.
Encouragement.
Grabbing the handle of the knife, he turns on Mitsuhide, trying to snag his wrist.] C'mere. We're doing this. You want to pick which word you get or should I?