Yup. Between this world and the last one, I became a certified healer.
[ He says it with a completely straight face, but this is Ange: she'll get it for the joke that it is, he figures, and grins a moment later. ]
It's a weird question, but, look—
[ Tucking the notebook under his arm, Mako fishes in the pocket of his pants for a tiny penknife and uses it to prick his own finger, holding it up for Ange to see.
Sure enough, instead of the red blood he definitely had before, whether she knew that or not, what comes out is a smoky blue substance that hardens on his finger into something cold. ]
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[ He says it with a completely straight face, but this is Ange: she'll get it for the joke that it is, he figures, and grins a moment later. ]
It's a weird question, but, look—
[ Tucking the notebook under his arm, Mako fishes in the pocket of his pants for a tiny penknife and uses it to prick his own finger, holding it up for Ange to see.
Sure enough, instead of the red blood he definitely had before, whether she knew that or not, what comes out is a smoky blue substance that hardens on his finger into something cold. ]