His smile is tight, but full of the same sharp humor as always.
"If I bleed out, I'll have bigger problems on my plate."
It's been a long time since he's fully appreciated just how heavy the Punisher really is: he'd designed it himself and he's been carrying the weight for a long time, long enough for it to feel like just another part of his own body.
Now, though, the steel weighs him down, slowing his steps until he feels like he's dragging himself into the first empty room they come across.
"There should be a kit in there," he tells Michael, nodding to a metal cupboard near the head of the bunks. The cross goes does with a heavy sound, and he starts shrugging out of his jacket, wincing as the motions pull at the torn muscle.
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"If I bleed out, I'll have bigger problems on my plate."
It's been a long time since he's fully appreciated just how heavy the Punisher really is: he'd designed it himself and he's been carrying the weight for a long time, long enough for it to feel like just another part of his own body.
Now, though, the steel weighs him down, slowing his steps until he feels like he's dragging himself into the first empty room they come across.
"There should be a kit in there," he tells Michael, nodding to a metal cupboard near the head of the bunks. The cross goes does with a heavy sound, and he starts shrugging out of his jacket, wincing as the motions pull at the torn muscle.