Sam keeps watch on Psiioniic, out of the corner of his eye - in an entirely different way than he had at the start of this. He’d wonder at how he’d gone from viewing Psiioniic as a potential threat to keeping an eye on him in case he needs something, but that’s pretty much just his life lately.
He gives a little chuckle at Kurloz’s comment about watching it later, dry and only partly amused. “Just cut it off after the thing dies, unless you want a show of me and Buck sewing up my leg.”
His jaw tightens a little when Psiioniic corrects that to if, but he doesn’t say anything. He can’t say anything, really - this is only Sam’s second arena, and any time he talks about when they’re back in the Capitol is still half bravado. He hasn’t quite convinced himself everyone will come back.
Instead, he focuses on finishing up bandaging what’s left of Kurloz’s leg, wrapping gauze around it neat and tying it off. “You’re good, man, all done.”
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He gives a little chuckle at Kurloz’s comment about watching it later, dry and only partly amused. “Just cut it off after the thing dies, unless you want a show of me and Buck sewing up my leg.”
His jaw tightens a little when Psiioniic corrects that to if, but he doesn’t say anything. He can’t say anything, really - this is only Sam’s second arena, and any time he talks about when they’re back in the Capitol is still half bravado. He hasn’t quite convinced himself everyone will come back.
Instead, he focuses on finishing up bandaging what’s left of Kurloz’s leg, wrapping gauze around it neat and tying it off. “You’re good, man, all done.”