[The distinct lack of noise from Blue in any capacity strikes him more than anything. Blue always has something to say, and he says... nothing? Fortunately Guzma looks at him in time to see him jump out of his chair. He knows the look of a coward when he sees one, and before Blue can wimp out, Guzma's going to reach over and grab Blue's wrist, a stern look on his face.]

Yo, where the fuck do you think you're going?

[Of course he's not fully realizing what Blue's deal is, until he looks down at the arm that's currently being used to keep Blue from leaving—seeing the scar himself. That's... what he was staring at, huh?

His eyes go from it, to Blue's horrified features, becoming more sullen and annoyed.]

Did no one tell you? What's the matter, scars scare you? Thought you were tougher than that.

[He's still not letting Blue go, but he seems almost genuinely surprised that no one ratted him out on what happened. Blue came in talking all that mad shit, and he didn't even have a clue about what went down. Typical.]