He expected cuts, random and deep from the blood he had seen or perhaps purposeful, skilled, something meant to hurt over all. This…wasn’t exactly that. The words caught him off-guard, that separation of skin and blood, precision to mark…words. Sins. Shame.
It took old skills to keep his expression neutral, the flat expression of someone at work and unaffected by what they saw. The desire to tear this entire place pulled him in like gravity, but that would solve little here. Maybe timelines, though… plane hopping… if he could find something-
no subject
He wasn’t it.
He expected cuts, random and deep from the blood he had seen or perhaps purposeful, skilled, something meant to hurt over all. This…wasn’t exactly that. The words caught him off-guard, that separation of skin and blood, precision to mark…words. Sins. Shame.
It took old skills to keep his expression neutral, the flat expression of someone at work and unaffected by what they saw. The desire to tear this entire place pulled him in like gravity, but that would solve little here. Maybe timelines, though… plane hopping… if he could find something-
“Is it only on your torso, or your legs as well?”