[It hurts, but Mike sits through it without complaint. His jaw tenses and his eyes widen slightly, but that's it. It hurts, yes, but comparatively, it's not so bad.]
It's better.
[He doesn't try to move it, because he can tell it's not better, but the pain is less, and he's grateful for that. Maybe he should learn some of that magic.
He's silent, briefly. That's not odd; everyone expects him to be silent. But then he speaks again, his voice soft and nearly expressionless.]
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It's better.
[He doesn't try to move it, because he can tell it's not better, but the pain is less, and he's grateful for that. Maybe he should learn some of that magic.
He's silent, briefly. That's not odd; everyone expects him to be silent. But then he speaks again, his voice soft and nearly expressionless.]
It was my fault.