[He's pressing gauze to the wound of Jason's hand first thing, pressing down sharply in a way that he knows is going to hurt, fingers wrapped around his palm in the mockery of a loose hold. He's aiming to stem the blood flow, only temporarily, enough that he can wipe it clean and see just how bad the wound is, without more coming out on top.
While he waits, he listens, and his mouth thins- there's plenty he could say to that- a whole tirade that's been formed of bits and pieces of others over the years, that gaining respect amongst the crowd here is something that Jason aimed for, that of all the possible angles to work in this city, this is the one he picked. But he's not here to start anything he doesn't intend to finish, in the face of his brothers injuries, he says nothing. Just rolls his shoulders to release the tension, lifts the gauze slightly and wipes it down the length of the wound. It's a clean edge, deep- but not enough to cut through his tendons, not deep enough to hit bone. It's all he manages before it fills in again- but it's more than enough. He makes quick work from there of cleaning it out, putting more gauze beneath for padding, and then wrapping it tightly. Enough to discourage some mobility, knowing Jason- he needs it.
Finally:]
And you didn't know him. [It's said more for confirmation, for the act of processing it out loud, however frustrating, than it is because he couldn't have guessed it. If Jason had known him, he'd have tacked that onto the end of his initial information. There's a pointed look there, for his brother. He has to have an inkling of what that means. That the reasons Dick had to be angry after their initial arrival in New Tokyo were completely vindicated, all in one well placed knife. He's not sure how much Cain does, or doesn't know- so the look is where he leaves it]
You think this doesn't matter? [It's entirely the wrong thing to say Cain, and there's a sharp gesture at Jason's midsection] I'm sure you've met quite a few people here who'd disagree with you, if you were on the receiving end. It might have benefited him that you were here, I won't argue that- but you can't always be.
People like this will root out any weakness you have and exploit it. [That's part of what he meant- when he said they saw him get invested. That he cared what happened to Jason, that he called in backup. Moved them to this room and waited to make sure no one could come in. That's one weakness right there, a means to get to Jason. Cain has those too] If I can't talk you out of coming back, be more careful. Pay attention to the people around you. Try to wear something hard to stab through, under your shirt. Make sure you have back up.
[That should be easy enough. He knows the 'probably' that Jason gives could be true too, but Dick isn't going to run with anything but 'definitely fine'. As for the other question] It'd be easier to move him with you, but I don't need you, no.
[He'll leave that up to Cain. He's already been sufficiently grounded by proxy.]
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While he waits, he listens, and his mouth thins- there's plenty he could say to that- a whole tirade that's been formed of bits and pieces of others over the years, that gaining respect amongst the crowd here is something that Jason aimed for, that of all the possible angles to work in this city, this is the one he picked. But he's not here to start anything he doesn't intend to finish, in the face of his brothers injuries, he says nothing. Just rolls his shoulders to release the tension, lifts the gauze slightly and wipes it down the length of the wound. It's a clean edge, deep- but not enough to cut through his tendons, not deep enough to hit bone. It's all he manages before it fills in again- but it's more than enough. He makes quick work from there of cleaning it out, putting more gauze beneath for padding, and then wrapping it tightly. Enough to discourage some mobility, knowing Jason- he needs it.
Finally:]
And you didn't know him. [It's said more for confirmation, for the act of processing it out loud, however frustrating, than it is because he couldn't have guessed it. If Jason had known him, he'd have tacked that onto the end of his initial information. There's a pointed look there, for his brother. He has to have an inkling of what that means. That the reasons Dick had to be angry after their initial arrival in New Tokyo were completely vindicated, all in one well placed knife. He's not sure how much Cain does, or doesn't know- so the look is where he leaves it]
You think this doesn't matter? [It's entirely the wrong thing to say Cain, and there's a sharp gesture at Jason's midsection] I'm sure you've met quite a few people here who'd disagree with you, if you were on the receiving end. It might have benefited him that you were here, I won't argue that- but you can't always be.
People like this will root out any weakness you have and exploit it. [That's part of what he meant- when he said they saw him get invested. That he cared what happened to Jason, that he called in backup. Moved them to this room and waited to make sure no one could come in. That's one weakness right there, a means to get to Jason. Cain has those too] If I can't talk you out of coming back, be more careful. Pay attention to the people around you. Try to wear something hard to stab through, under your shirt. Make sure you have back up.
[That should be easy enough. He knows the 'probably' that Jason gives could be true too, but Dick isn't going to run with anything but 'definitely fine'. As for the other question] It'd be easier to move him with you, but I don't need you, no.
[He'll leave that up to Cain. He's already been sufficiently grounded by proxy.]