[ "Trust me", he says. Sigma would laugh in any other situation.
But in this one, he's got a lot to lose. So he slowly, carefully, adjusts himself to offer up his injured arm to Dostoevsky, wincing and hissing as he does so. That thing really raked through him, but not badly enough to cause any permanent damage if it's quickly seen to. ]
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But in this one, he's got a lot to lose. So he slowly, carefully, adjusts himself to offer up his injured arm to Dostoevsky, wincing and hissing as he does so. That thing really raked through him, but not badly enough to cause any permanent damage if it's quickly seen to. ]