( though it smarts, gustave pays no heed to the cut on his arm, as this man—this stranger—berates him instead. he figures there is sense to that, to have a mark to remind one of what shouldn't be done, but that's just not how gustave operates. the other point of how he operates, is that he really will not fault nor blame the man at all for the cut on his arm.

this was a choice gustave made, and he will deal with the consequences, without resorting to ire.

he finds himself with the need to dismiss his sword, too, when the trickling blood catches his attention and he has no choice but to put his mechanical hand to the cut, a quiet assessment of it. )

Permanent scarring shouldn't be a prerequisite for learning a lesson.

( so would the man without one arm say, to the man with a scar across his eye. they can do better for the younger generations.

(he'll need bandages; for now, he just straightens down his arm, and lets the darkness aid him in not drawing unsolicited aid.)

he glances at the profile of the man, making something out of his features and profile in what little light there is at this time, but cannot necessarily discern much. gustave is wary, because... he doesn't know the man, yet he seems to be from lumiere, with all that gustave has seen. )

'Very'? Considering this place's nature, I don't know that it would be an impossibility. I'd say you should expect more.