He stops himself before going any further. He'd been about to say he's fine, because he is for the most part. The cut on his chest is healing, it's not going to scar, and even if it were to, it's not as if it would be the only one on his body. He understands it wasn't really her, not as she is now, and he doesn't know what happened to cause it, so he doesn't blame her, but that's different than giving her an honest answer about how he's feeling. He's not angry, really, but that's a different answer, too.
Because he's hurt. Hearing her speak to him as if she'd never seen him before, referring to him as the colour of his skin, it had all struck Lincoln hard.
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He stops himself before going any further. He'd been about to say he's fine, because he is for the most part. The cut on his chest is healing, it's not going to scar, and even if it were to, it's not as if it would be the only one on his body. He understands it wasn't really her, not as she is now, and he doesn't know what happened to cause it, so he doesn't blame her, but that's different than giving her an honest answer about how he's feeling. He's not angry, really, but that's a different answer, too.
Because he's hurt. Hearing her speak to him as if she'd never seen him before, referring to him as the colour of his skin, it had all struck Lincoln hard.
"A little hurt," he admits. "But I'm okay."