[ he really could and that's pretty much what got him to slide messily down the wall, streaking a bit of blood on the surface as he sits there uselessly. he has to get back to vex, but gods he can't go back to her when he can barely stand himself (both physically and mentally as it were.)

when riza arrives, he lets out a sigh, deflating just a bit. gods she's fast. ]

During the exploration I... lost myself a bit.

[ his shirt is already a fair bit torn, so all he needs to do is push it aside and reveal the, thankfully, already cauterized knife wounds that look to be from some sort of... electric blade. his chest is already littered with old scars, so really it doesn't look out of place, sliced into his shoulder, another at his side. nowhere vital, but nasty-looking all the same. a strange burn stretches the line of collar to throat, still fresh. ]

I... attacked someone. And they attacked back. Which is fair. Very... very fair...