"Bloodstains do not bother me," he replied, even as he felt another cut open up on his covered arm, wincing slightly. His leather top was quite warm and snug upon his body, and although he did not lie to say he was unconcerned, he had another reason to remain uncomfortable as he felt his blood trickle slowly down his arm, soaking into the fabric. This cursed body of his, itself a sin in his mind from the day of his birth, was not something he would willingly expose before a stranger. He could barely fathom someone reading it on his list, much less allow them to behold it with their own eyes.

Regarding the young man, still uncertain, he slowly relaxed and finally dropped his arm to his side, although he kept hold of the knife as a matter of comfort. Resting against the wall, he slid down to sit on the floor, legs folded under him, hands resting on his knees. "...then...what? Do we just wait until we are released?" As another cut opened along his cheek and one on his back, exactly in the place where it pressed against the wall, he had to wonder how much more they were meant to endure...and if either would succumb to the subtle pains and give in before the end.