"And that's how you ended up getting hurt," she finished, her gaze drifting to his left arm and shoulder. "Your detective talked you into helping to solve the mystery, and you were left with the consequences of it."
The fact that it was his left shoulder in particular...no, that didn't sit well with her at all. Too many important things were on the left side of the body, and while Lancer seemed fine enough...
Of course she wanted to ask outright what had happened, how he'd gotten hurt. At one point in her life she probably would've; that sort of directness would've been indicative of her agitation over the injury and some incomprehensible urge to fix it, fix something, regardless of whether or not there was actually anything within her power to fix or not. But by now she'd come to understand that sometimes the answer wasn't to force solutions, but simply to listen — and that sometimes doing that was a solution in itself.
"What about the other...Servants? Did your kid involve them, too, or just you?"
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The fact that it was his left shoulder in particular...no, that didn't sit well with her at all. Too many important things were on the left side of the body, and while Lancer seemed fine enough...
Of course she wanted to ask outright what had happened, how he'd gotten hurt. At one point in her life she probably would've; that sort of directness would've been indicative of her agitation over the injury and some incomprehensible urge to fix it, fix something, regardless of whether or not there was actually anything within her power to fix or not. But by now she'd come to understand that sometimes the answer wasn't to force solutions, but simply to listen — and that sometimes doing that was a solution in itself.
"What about the other...Servants? Did your kid involve them, too, or just you?"