[The first thing Sharky wonders is if this is what they mean when they talk about cult programming. That's the whole point of the shit, right? To fuck up the way you think, until you think you can't think right ever again, unless Joseph's around to plop you on the path or whatever?

Trying to retrain Pratt's brain to not work so shitty isn't really in Sharky's wheelhouse, though, so he has to focus on the more important bits.]

Okay. So... you and her argued, and you lost your shit on her when she, like, triggered that Jacob bullshit in your brain. Got it. You said, uh, she got your hand real bad, but it looks okay now. And, uh. I don't see any injury on the other side of your shoulder, here, buddy. ...Promise you won't, uh, freak out if I tell you what I think happened?

[Yeah he sees the writing on the wall. At least he's close to finished -- it's a narrow wound, all things considered, and it doesn't take that many stitches to close. Honestly, Sharky probably was too thorough.]