*It's so fast that he doesn't have time to tense, which may have minimized the horrific damage of getting stabbed through the hand. He briefly leans back in his chair, his spine almost arcing as he registers the pain and tries very very VERY hard not to scream. It's almost beautiful in way. He can't hide the pain-filled breaths, though.*

O-of c-course it is. I'll finish up here. You go on, Ema.