(The sound is unexpected and he winds up staring a bit at Koby, frowning, a brow quirked as he tries to place what the hell that even was. He looked like he was about to cry again and something annoying wiggles its way into Mihawk's chest. He didn't want to see Koby crying and he attests that fact to finding it inconvenient or something.)
Please. It's merely a uniform. You're a Marine with or without it and this can be replaced in time.
(He's not comforting him, he's just stating facts, shut up.)
No, but it makes you ridiculous to think about trying to find proper first aid in a completely unexpected, violent situation.
(He wraps Koby's arm and pauses when Koby says that because, wow, okay!
He makes an odd noise of his own. It's kind of a snort, almost maybe a sound of amusement. If you really thought about it.)
...You're not...incorrect.
(Credit where credit is due. He ties off Koby's arm tightly, but not too tightly.)
We'll see if we can find real bandages but we aren't wasting much time on it. (It's a middle ground. One of many they were likely to create, he figures.)
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Please. It's merely a uniform. You're a Marine with or without it and this can be replaced in time.
(He's not comforting him, he's just stating facts, shut up.)
No, but it makes you ridiculous to think about trying to find proper first aid in a completely unexpected, violent situation.
(He wraps Koby's arm and pauses when Koby says that because, wow, okay!
He makes an odd noise of his own. It's kind of a snort, almost maybe a sound of amusement. If you really thought about it.)
...You're not...incorrect.
(Credit where credit is due. He ties off Koby's arm tightly, but not too tightly.)
We'll see if we can find real bandages but we aren't wasting much time on it. (It's a middle ground. One of many they were likely to create, he figures.)