“Heh- that was a great fight we put up, huh Razor? They didn’t stand a chance!”

He exclaims, sitting with Razor(you) and bandaging his burnt and battered hands, unknowing of your upset demeanor.

“They totally didn’t stand a chance, right?” He asks enthusiastically, confused when he only received small responses.

“Razor..? You okay?” He asks, concern evident in his voice.