Digging in, skin splits apart as easily as if it had never been whole. There's no blood, and in turn no indication of pain. And somehow.. Nothing. What's revealed as his face is torn open isn't muscle or bone, but emptiness, energy swirling, glowing-- until it appears to mend itself, even the staples settling back into place on their own.
"I've always had them, though." So in truth, the answer's neither. Similarly, "What about you? Starving and sleepless? Or is that look in style here?"
Is it spoilers or total BS? Who knows. Definitely got some body horror going on now though
Digging in, skin splits apart as easily as if it had never been whole. There's no blood, and in turn no indication of pain. And somehow.. Nothing. What's revealed as his face is torn open isn't muscle or bone, but emptiness, energy swirling, glowing-- until it appears to mend itself, even the staples settling back into place on their own.
"I've always had them, though." So in truth, the answer's neither. Similarly, "What about you? Starving and sleepless? Or is that look in style here?"