Worse is a pretty broad spectrum, when we haven't even established where bad should fall, yet.
[ Or good, or even just okay, for that matter. He really doesn't want to risk irritating it into taking off without at least giving him a chance to assess the damage he can, unfortunately, taste radiating off of it, though. So he leaves the petty needling there, stepping forward to examine its offered arm, instead.
Not that it takes him long to measure the extensive damage and find it sufficiently alarming. Arcade glances between its arm and face, plainly horrified as he grimaces. He supposes, on some level, he must've known it was more metal than bone under there (how else would it have guns in its arms? honestly), but the bloodless, barely scabbed-over look of the wounds is still jarring, awful. ]
...Yeah. This is bad. It doesn't even look like it's begun to heal.
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[ Or good, or even just okay, for that matter. He really doesn't want to risk irritating it into taking off without at least giving him a chance to assess the damage he can, unfortunately, taste radiating off of it, though. So he leaves the petty needling there, stepping forward to examine its offered arm, instead.
Not that it takes him long to measure the extensive damage and find it sufficiently alarming. Arcade glances between its arm and face, plainly horrified as he grimaces. He supposes, on some level, he must've known it was more metal than bone under there (how else would it have guns in its arms? honestly), but the bloodless, barely scabbed-over look of the wounds is still jarring, awful. ]
...Yeah. This is bad. It doesn't even look like it's begun to heal.