But that's another open wound, one too messy for him to sew up, even if his fingers weren't too dirty, too clumsy, for the task.
He lets it be.]
Thank you for telling me all this. You didn't have to...but I'm glad you did.
[His eyes flick up, red on black, beneath a non-functional eye-shaped pattern of scales on his forehead. The eye motif is similar to the nephilim, but not the same, not at all.]
There's nothing I can answer for you in return, is there?
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He was afraid that was the case.
But that's another open wound, one too messy for him to sew up, even if his fingers weren't too dirty, too clumsy, for the task.
He lets it be.]
Thank you for telling me all this. You didn't have to...but I'm glad you did.
[His eyes flick up, red on black, beneath a non-functional eye-shaped pattern of scales on his forehead. The eye motif is similar to the nephilim, but not the same, not at all.]
There's nothing I can answer for you in return, is there?