[Ryoji pauses in his work, glaring at the wound like he wants to tear the stitches back out.]

Do you really think it doesn’t matter anymore? Clearly you said something to him that upset him, something that you don’t want me finding out about. That’s likely because you think I won’t accept your actions. And if you’re hiding this from me in an attempt to get me against him… well, it matters a lot.

[He takes the tongs without a thank you, maneuvering them to grip the stitching. He struggles a bit, but eventually he gets it tightened up. From there, he straightens, looking at his work… he feels sick realizing what he’s done.]

If you want anything else, you’ll have to do it yourself. I’m not playing at niceties anymore if you won’t even bother being honest.