[ Toreth rolled his eyes at the remark, eyeing one of the larger wounds and deciding to start with that first. He took the needle and, without much hesitation, jabbed it through the sliver of skin, perhaps harder than was really required. That's what you got for making smartass fucking remarks. That was the only unnecessary force he used, though, going ahead and threading the needle through the open wound to the other flap of skin quite properly after that. Easy, methodical work. He was good at that. Had to be, with all the hours he had spent with uncooperative prisoners, using the same techniques, over and over again, with increasing levels of pain. ]
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Speak for yourself.