Well, it’s like this: I don’t really mind losin’ some blood, y’know? I mean, it’s not like I enjoy it or anything, but it’s not a big deal. I’ve been in plenty of fights, and yeah, I’ve gotten cut up a little here and there. Some blood’s just part of the deal when you’re out there throwin’ punches or, well, turnin’ into a bear and all that.
See, when you’re built like me—big, strong, and with some crazy stamina—blood’s not really a game-changer. I got a lot of it in me. I can lose some and still keep goin’. It doesn’t slow me down. Maybe if I’m leaking a little, yeah, it stings, but I’ve learned to deal with it. In fact, it’s kinda like a reminder that I’m still alive, that I’m still in the thick of it.
I’ve been hurt before. I’ve had knives, claws, and fists come at me, and blood’s just a thing that happens. You get hit, you bleed, and you keep going. It’s not like it’s the end of the world. I mean, sure, I wouldn’t want to lose all my blood, but if a little’s spillin’ out? Whatever. It’s not like I’m gonna stop fightin’ just ‘cause of a scratch or a gash or whatever.
And when I turn into a bear? Well, I’m even tougher. A little blood doesn’t matter at all when I’ve got all that muscle and fur and, y’know, bear-strength to back me up. Bears get banged up all the time. They get hurt, they fight, and they just keep goin’. Same thing with me. I don’t need to be at 100% to keep fighting. Losing blood? Just part of the process.
If anything, it makes the fight more interesting. Makes me feel like I’m really in it, like I’m pushing myself. You know what they say—if you’re not bleedin’, you’re probably not tryin’ hard enough. So, yeah, I don’t mind it much. It’s just blood. It’s not the thing that’s gonna stop me from gettin’ the job done.