Oh. And Trowa might have made the arm worse with how he'd been holding Ehmoi's arms behind his back.
"It's not your fault. You're a complete amateur, and almost nobody is very good with guns on their first try. Nothing is wrong that can't wait."
The truth, he'd found, often made people feel better. Excepting Heero Yuy, who might well have practically been born with a gun in hand, it was.
"Where does it hurt, wrist or shoulder?" Trowa was deciding to ignore the references to 'he' for the moment. Whoever 'he' was might well have been the person to give Ehmoi his PTSD. Or the boy's carer, but there could be no difference.