[There's a pause, Pratt looking down at himself. The stab wound from where Izzy ran him through that had been mostly healed, sure isn't there anymore. The bruises from being launched into the railing during the fight that should have been forming aren't there either. ]

Good.

[That's the cue for Jacob to reappear and say something shitty about how weak Pratt was, but as soon as there's the barest flicker in Pratt's peripheral vision he's making a dismissive hand gesture at it.]

No. Not now. Fuck off.

[He rubs his side where that sword wound should be, can't even feel a scar beneath his fingers.]

That's good, means I didn't kill her. [He's still not sure what else he might have done, but that's a start.] And I fucking deserved it. So... Good. Maybe she won't stab me again when I try and give the knife back? Depending on how much of a fight I put up.