[Looking at the injury again, Lance vaguely recalls fuzzy memories of something being wrong with Sato's hand during the party, but everything other than their conversation about Battlefield was mostly drowned out by the ridiculous amount of alcohol he'd imbibed.
That actually makes him more confused--and concerned, despite knowing what Sato's like--because it's been a few weeks since then. How is it still bleeding?]
You might need stitches.
[He's no doctor, but he's had a lot of injuries that required stitches before and a wound not closing enough to stop bleeding for weeks definitely seems like it falls under that category. Of course, it's extra strange on someone who's supposed to be seemingly immortal, but he won't mention that yet.
As far as Sato's answer itself Lance isn't buying the sadness, but he's interested in the reply and lets the concern stay on his expression.]
Revenge? For what happened your last post to the network?
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That actually makes him more confused--and concerned, despite knowing what Sato's like--because it's been a few weeks since then. How is it still bleeding?]
You might need stitches.
[He's no doctor, but he's had a lot of injuries that required stitches before and a wound not closing enough to stop bleeding for weeks definitely seems like it falls under that category. Of course, it's extra strange on someone who's supposed to be seemingly immortal, but he won't mention that yet.
As far as Sato's answer itself Lance isn't buying the sadness, but he's interested in the reply and lets the concern stay on his expression.]
Revenge? For what happened your last post to the network?