"Of course it's dangerous." Garrot laughs, both in response to the huffing and the incredibly obvious question. "I got lucky, because the bottle broke funny and most of the impact was on my bone. Should've been a smarter fighter back then, kept it from happening." The lament is offhand, his peace having been made a long time ago as his free hand guides Luka's fingertips to make contact with that outer bone. Bones are durable as heck! "That means the wound wasn't as deep where it counted. But I didn't know that at the time, so..."

His free hand balls into a fist and he starts gently punching down on one of Luka's hands. Bap. Bap. Bap. Garrot permits himself one (1) dark, cruel laugh at this man's expense. "Once I got him on the ground, I stomped on his hand. Over and over again." For a doctor, he sure doesn't sound remorseful or ashamed in the slightest...