[He wants to ask so much more about the acid-spitting mutant wolves, but Amara's second question catches him off guard, and he falters. Eyes flicking down, he fiddles with a pin on his jacket, just to have something to do with his hands.]
Wrong side of a fight.
["Fight" at least makes it sound like it was two-sided, like it wasn't at least six-on-one, an hours-long campaign of torture. He'd gotten a few swings in at the beginning, sure, but he'd always been better at taking a punch than at doling one out.]
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Wrong side of a fight.
["Fight" at least makes it sound like it was two-sided, like it wasn't at least six-on-one, an hours-long campaign of torture. He'd gotten a few swings in at the beginning, sure, but he'd always been better at taking a punch than at doling one out.]
Careful who you make friends with, yeah?