[His expression turns serious and there was a flash of concern in his eyes. But, he did note that sound from the homicide detective, assuming that it was a traumatic memory. Maybe he shouldn't press.]
...Sorry. You don't have to answer that. [He sighs and rubs at his face for a moment.] Did anything feel different when you 'revived'?
[Those brown eyes watch him for a moment before he looks down at his own hands. It had him thinking about his own immortality and the 'second skin' that would cover his injuries. Except, the injuries never healed on their own and would stay visible unless he covered them up.]
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[His expression turns serious and there was a flash of concern in his eyes. But, he did note that sound from the homicide detective, assuming that it was a traumatic memory. Maybe he shouldn't press.]
...Sorry. You don't have to answer that. [He sighs and rubs at his face for a moment.] Did anything feel different when you 'revived'?
[Those brown eyes watch him for a moment before he looks down at his own hands. It had him thinking about his own immortality and the 'second skin' that would cover his injuries. Except, the injuries never healed on their own and would stay visible unless he covered them up.]