[ That earns a laugh- small, dry and not particularly full of humor, but the barest of laughs regardless. Indeed, he supposed he has painted the bleakest of images- Mishka is capable of referring to it with some fondness, but Adelis is not so kind.
He watches, silently, as Syr pulls the glove from his hand- before idly lifting his own to stare blankly at it and the shadow-stained length of his fingers. Then he sighs, dragging himself to the table to drop down in it before offering up said hand. Take a seat, we're going to be here a while. ]
Regrettably, despite my newfound state, the curse hasn't left me.
[ State is one hell of a way to put it. Undeath? Curse? Even if it isn't one, it still feels like it. Degrading, tainting his being in a way he would even call his worst nightmare. The icy, bottomless sensation of despair when he had awoken the first time had likely been the most vulnerable the others had ever seen him. That feeling had never quite left him, no matter how long ago it was.
And now he's shown that to someone else, if only somewhat muted. The faint out of body experience, likely, is helping in only that regard.
He idly uses the towel and wipes his face with his free hand, watching the faint red streak across the fabric. At least it's decreased in time with the static in his skull- psychic feedback is a bitch. ]
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He watches, silently, as Syr pulls the glove from his hand- before idly lifting his own to stare blankly at it and the shadow-stained length of his fingers. Then he sighs, dragging himself to the table to drop down in it before offering up said hand. Take a seat, we're going to be here a while. ]
Regrettably, despite my newfound state, the curse hasn't left me.
[ State is one hell of a way to put it. Undeath? Curse? Even if it isn't one, it still feels like it. Degrading, tainting his being in a way he would even call his worst nightmare. The icy, bottomless sensation of despair when he had awoken the first time had likely been the most vulnerable the others had ever seen him. That feeling had never quite left him, no matter how long ago it was.
And now he's shown that to someone else, if only somewhat muted. The faint out of body experience, likely, is helping in only that regard.
He idly uses the towel and wipes his face with his free hand, watching the faint red streak across the fabric. At least it's decreased in time with the static in his skull- psychic feedback is a bitch. ]