[ There's more he could say, about how they're also his responsibility and how he owes them; but he settles for declaring them family and watching them with a fond eye. They circle him, shrieking, and he cackles - sounding a bit unhinged but nonetheless happy. ]
This place has regenerative properties. They're not in pain, here; the ragged edges of their souls softened somehow. I thought they could never be this whole again...
[ He holds up a hand to them, and they nyoom through it a few times before returning to their circling the room. He continues to hold his hand up for a bit after, examining it. ]
...Not long after I arrived here, both my hands were turned into just this mess of scar tissue; then... [ he shudders involuntarily, reminded of something ] ...ah, s-something happened - anyway, point is, they later healed back to just the scar I'd arrived with.
[ Indeed, they currently boast a single scar, a starburst through one hand - the one that Saint-Germain might remember having seen run through by a pocket knife during the stages-event. He muses, half to himself: ] ...Probably something to do with its importance to the body...
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Date: 2023-10-27 09:49 am (UTC)[ There's more he could say, about how they're also his responsibility and how he owes them; but he settles for declaring them family and watching them with a fond eye. They circle him, shrieking, and he cackles - sounding a bit unhinged but nonetheless happy. ]
This place has regenerative properties. They're not in pain, here; the ragged edges of their souls softened somehow. I thought they could never be this whole again...
[ He holds up a hand to them, and they nyoom through it a few times before returning to their circling the room. He continues to hold his hand up for a bit after, examining it. ]
...Not long after I arrived here, both my hands were turned into just this mess of scar tissue; then... [ he shudders involuntarily, reminded of something ] ...ah, s-something happened - anyway, point is, they later healed back to just the scar I'd arrived with.
[ Indeed, they currently boast a single scar, a starburst through one hand - the one that Saint-Germain might remember having seen run through by a pocket knife during the stages-event. He muses, half to himself: ] ...Probably something to do with its importance to the body...