[Unfortunately, the look on Ratchet's face telegraphs clearly that he at least has some idea how Shiro might have come by those sort of marks. His shoulders tense in surprise and his eyes flick from Shiro's arm to his face and back, but he doesn't ask--just reaches out and closes a hand on Shiro's shoulder, his grip strangely warm as he investigates the edge where metal meets flesh by careful touch.]
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Still no pain?