[Ratchet's expression is closed now and he curls his fingers into his palms to keep from rubbing at his wrists again.] Someone from home. He's a murderer and a torturer and he drove one of my best friends insane, so we don't really get along.
He gave me a slight concussion but he made the mistake of threatening York which, even for him, was fairly phenomenally stupid. I, ah. Lost my temper a bit, I guess. [He has the grace to look at least a little sheepish.] I broke his nose in two places, cracked a few ribs, and dislocated his shoulder, among a few other minor injuries. He'll live, unfortunately.
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[Ratchet's expression is closed now and he curls his fingers into his palms to keep from rubbing at his wrists again.] Someone from home. He's a murderer and a torturer and he drove one of my best friends insane, so we don't really get along.
He gave me a slight concussion but he made the mistake of threatening York which, even for him, was fairly phenomenally stupid. I, ah. Lost my temper a bit, I guess. [He has the grace to look at least a little sheepish.] I broke his nose in two places, cracked a few ribs, and dislocated his shoulder, among a few other minor injuries. He'll live, unfortunately.