[If he was feeling better he'd try to fight this guy right now — and lose, of course, even if he doesn't know that — but he isn't, so he restrains from the violent impulse set into all fighters, teeth gnashed around a glare.]
Sure. Cain. [He doesn't see why there's a reason to stop using it.] You got a name?
[Cain tries to lean against the wall casually only to agitate his stitches, a hand clapping onto his side with a hiss.]
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Sure. Cain. [He doesn't see why there's a reason to stop using it.] You got a name?
[Cain tries to lean against the wall casually only to agitate his stitches, a hand clapping onto his side with a hiss.]