[Rolling up his sleeve, he obediently unpeels the bandages over the fingers on the hand he'd held out, carrying on to reveal the larger one on his forearm. The cold air is biting, but though the wounds are at least visibly better than they were before, they're still just as deep and blistering as ever. The worst parts of them are a dull, uncaring white, as if the colour has been seared away from them. They stand out against the angry red of the rest as if the very skin has been poisoned.
The ones that are capable of healing have simply been accelerated by a few days.]
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[Rolling up his sleeve, he obediently unpeels the bandages over the fingers on the hand he'd held out, carrying on to reveal the larger one on his forearm. The cold air is biting, but though the wounds are at least visibly better than they were before, they're still just as deep and blistering as ever. The worst parts of them are a dull, uncaring white, as if the colour has been seared away from them. They stand out against the angry red of the rest as if the very skin has been poisoned.
The ones that are capable of healing have simply been accelerated by a few days.]
Do you... need to see the rest?