[There's no verbal answer from Ken. Of course there isn't. He's curled up now, lowering to his knees and cradling the hurt hand to his chest. His words hardly reach his ears, and even then it's easily drowned out by the surprisingly loud repetition of ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts that runs through his head.
It hurts, more than he could've ever imagined. Later he'll realize it's because all his other injuries were during battles when the adrenaline numbed his sense of pain a lot more. Right now, he's defenseless and vulnerable against the pain. Tetsuo's... taunting him? He's always either taunting or yelling, but he can't tell. But he's talking, and Ken chokes back a sob as he shakes his head from side to side. Then whimpers as the motion moves his hand and the pain burns again. It's his right hand, so even if he did go back and grab his Evoker he couldn't pick it up to shoot. But his thought doesn't even go that far either because it just hurts it hurts ithurtithurtsithurts.]
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It hurts, more than he could've ever imagined. Later he'll realize it's because all his other injuries were during battles when the adrenaline numbed his sense of pain a lot more. Right now, he's defenseless and vulnerable against the pain. Tetsuo's... taunting him? He's always either taunting or yelling, but he can't tell. But he's talking, and Ken chokes back a sob as he shakes his head from side to side. Then whimpers as the motion moves his hand and the pain burns again. It's his right hand, so even if he did go back and grab his Evoker he couldn't pick it up to shoot. But his thought doesn't even go that far either because it just hurts it hurts ithurtithurtsithurts.]