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_{“Th-that’s terrible…” Tabby would probably undergo pure rage if she found out that this happened. Cancer thought he would ask for a few more details in a moment. If the fighters were close to home, a lot of people he cared about would be in danger— not just Lance. “If it’s no trouble, point to where it hurts the most. I’ll take care of those parts first. I’m not going to judge you, but afterward, please tell me a bit more about the incident.”}

_{“–Not really, I’ve been through worse.” A complex sigh passed through lips, unwanted memories flowing through his mind. Lance was a good fighter, however it wasn’t one of those thing’s he enjoyed bragging about. Resting palm against cheek, a response raised in the conversation. “-I was just walking home like I always do, and these ass–” Pardon his french. “Jerks, were provoking me and pushed my temper. For the record, they threw the first punch not me. I went to go grab something to defend myself, but this douche grabbed a stray glass bottle and almost took my head off. Better my arm then my head." There was more to the story that he didn’t want to continue on.}