[ He holds out his injured arm. With all the movement, the bandages he attempted to put on have already started to come loose. ]
It's...the sort they call 'vileblood', I'm afraid. [ Said like he believes every nasty rumor about Vilebloods that he's heard on the tongues of the locals. It is vile, he thinks. It looks like poison. Like disease. But it's not his fault; he didn't choose to have it. ]
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[ He holds out his injured arm. With all the movement, the bandages he attempted to put on have already started to come loose. ]
It's...the sort they call 'vileblood', I'm afraid. [ Said like he believes every nasty rumor about Vilebloods that he's heard on the tongues of the locals. It is vile, he thinks. It looks like poison. Like disease. But it's not his fault; he didn't choose to have it. ]