[ That implies he didn't fight back. What kind of nerd are you, man?! ]
[ Anyway, the answer doesn't satisfy his question in the slightest, but it isn't really an answer at all. No, it's much more immediately concerning than the why. Sigma jolts a little at the sudden outburst, and he'll more than gladly make up for Tadashi's Disney-rated tongue. ]
Shit, really? [ He leans over to examine the damage in question, but with the shoe still on, there's not much to judge, and he probably shouldn't be the one to try and wrestle it off. They've got people for that. ] Well, at least you can still feel it.
[ Bad joke. Probably wishing he couldn't feel it right about now. Cyborg privilege belatedly checked. ]
How's your other one? We need to get you up to Medical.
Made even more complicated by the fact that it looks like there's black cord around him that's been sliced off. The blade in question isn't anywhere apparent, but gripping his ankle there's a red chaffed band around Tadashi's wrist that looks suspiciously similar. ]
I think it's okay. [ He glances up at Sigma through a grim expression. His blacker eyes is watery as he strains a little to see while fighting off the pain. ] Can you help me up?
[ In the grand scheme of things, the cord isn't so much suspicious or alarming as it is noted. Here on the ground outside isn't the best place to be grilling the guy for details, especially considering how chatty he seems right now. Which is to say, understandably close to nil. ]
Yeah, come on. [ Is that even a question, dude, why do you think he's here? Sigma shifts around to Tadashi's injured side and pulls one of his arms around his shoulders, and barring any overly pained noises that might elicit, he'll use it to bear the brunt of the other guy's weight and prop him up on his good foot. ]
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[ Anyway, the answer doesn't satisfy his question in the slightest, but it isn't really an answer at all. No, it's much more immediately concerning than the why. Sigma jolts a little at the sudden outburst, and he'll more than gladly make up for Tadashi's Disney-rated tongue. ]
Shit, really? [ He leans over to examine the damage in question, but with the shoe still on, there's not much to judge, and he probably shouldn't be the one to try and wrestle it off. They've got people for that. ] Well, at least you can still feel it.
[ Bad joke. Probably wishing he couldn't feel it right about now. Cyborg privilege belatedly checked. ]
How's your other one? We need to get you up to Medical.
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Made even more complicated by the fact that it looks like there's black cord around him that's been sliced off. The blade in question isn't anywhere apparent, but gripping his ankle there's a red chaffed band around Tadashi's wrist that looks suspiciously similar. ]
I think it's okay. [ He glances up at Sigma through a grim expression. His blacker eyes is watery as he strains a little to see while fighting off the pain. ] Can you help me up?
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Yeah, come on. [ Is that even a question, dude, why do you think he's here? Sigma shifts around to Tadashi's injured side and pulls one of his arms around his shoulders, and barring any overly pained noises that might elicit, he'll use it to bear the brunt of the other guy's weight and prop him up on his good foot. ]
You good or d'you need a piggyback?