"Get your sorry on. Take what all you said back. Say you was wrong. And say my motherfucking name up ins your repenting," He hisses. His eyes dart quick to the blood on her cheek. "You help me find something good and sticky. Something what can get use on covering that up on your face, sister. Anyone sees that you're done and it won't be cause of me." He's not sure what they can use. Bandage her whole face? How would that even up and work? They need a hood, like Kankri's got.

"I find you a place to hide. And up in return, you start getting your nicities at me. You're lucky I got friend what I know and it was me you got meeting, not no one else. Elsewise you'd be dead already. Dumb enough to go pretending you got gills if you's only being indigo." He knew that. He had the scars all on his side still from when he got taught that. "Doing it up as mutant's some heresy what ain't even speakable."

And then he waits for apology.