[ It's a mutual thought, it appears: this is strange and they're both careful men, circling each other. He can't shake the feeling of some sort of cruel joke being played. Would he look like that, had he arrived in this place only a moment after? Torn completely apart, instead of beginning to be? The sea had washed off his black blood, cleaning him as if readying him to be reborn.
And then this. This man, with scars on his face, looking at him just as evenly. The Darkling's eyes glint, before flicking over to the cuts.
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And then this. This man, with scars on his face, looking at him just as evenly. The Darkling's eyes glint, before flicking over to the cuts.
Upset, indeed. ]
And you...lost.