What we don’t know is always in question. I’ll admit, I’m not even sure we will know I exist and am talking to you right now. I suppose that will all depend upon the resolution of your present altercation. But, for the moment, we are all well aware of, and even concerned about your immediate problem. However, word of warning, even though I’m here this time to stop the bleeding, nobody needs to know.
Knowledge is power, you understand, and a rather fickle one at that. Were it known, such lies are told nowadays and believed even at the protests of innocent organizations disclaiming any such knowledge of such events, that you received help, the contest’s ultimate result might be questioned. We can’t have that, and so, a general understanding between us, you see, will be that there is no knowledge of this, capisce?
Did you know that you found the medical supplies after your fight just now and was just barely able to stop the bleeding? I know, for a fact, that you have some training. I wrote it into your official record myself. You might want to actually take that first aid course if you do survive. Knowledge is power, after all.
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