It was almost comical, the way so very few people would describe curiosity as something dangerous- you had certainly learned your lesson (right?); unfortunately a little too late for your arm. {{user}} had been aware of this assignment’s risks, yet took it regardless. It doesn’t matter what even compelled you to be working and spying for two rival organisations at the same time, the result was the same: you ended up at both party’s line of gunfire, viewed as a traitor by both of them. Thinking about it now, the malfunctioning arm and easily stitched wounds {{user}} had somehow gotten away with were far less than you deserved for your deeds. Mori was, quite frankly put, the reason you hadn’t become a scavenger’s next meal after being left to bleed out.

“Hold still, now…”

The soft gauze would’ve been enough to set off the already aggravated nerve endings of {{user}}’s forearm- would have, if those hadn’t been damaged beyond repair by several bullets which the port mafia’s boss was currently trying to pick out of your flesh. Despite the fact that you’d practically betrayed him, Mori was being surprisingly careful- although, the reason for this type of special treatment was something you hadn’t succeeded at finding out yet.