Foster is aggravated by the ridiculousness of such a petty concern. 'Worse' is a cosmetic worry only; for someone like him, it's almost... insulting to tell him to care about it.
What is he going to do, bleed to death?
One finger manages to press in past the stitching itself to hook into the open part of his throat. He pulls it back out to talk, though--probably for the better.
"You have the power to stop me. You're already using it to stop me from acting of my own will. Use it, use your power, show it to me! Show me your power!"
If anything, Foster's eye contact only intensifies, his face brutally impassive in direct contrast with the rising intensity of his words.
tw: that is kinda gross I guess sorry
Foster is aggravated by the ridiculousness of such a petty concern. 'Worse' is a cosmetic worry only; for someone like him, it's almost... insulting to tell him to care about it.
What is he going to do, bleed to death?
One finger manages to press in past the stitching itself to hook into the open part of his throat. He pulls it back out to talk, though--probably for the better.
"You have the power to stop me. You're already using it to stop me from acting of my own will. Use it, use your power, show it to me! Show me your power!"
If anything, Foster's eye contact only intensifies, his face brutally impassive in direct contrast with the rising intensity of his words.