[It does hurt. It hurts a lot, actually. Konoe has surely never seen Dylas flinch or wince the way he does as his arm is tugged and his sleeve is torn off. He feels like a jerk for making Konoe do this, but words are difficult for him! And he knows that's a horrible excuse. He wants to be more honest, but all he wants to do is blow it off like everything is fine. Everything is a weight he can carry except for when he can't.
He nods. The cut is just a mark left behind now, a scar bigger than it should be for such a wound, but the area that's gray is much larger, extending an inch or two up his arm in each direction.]
The people I asked for help...they said I'm infected by the Cwyld. I figured it was just more changes for me, but...
[He hasn't told Konoe about those, either. He's never explicitly told Konoe that he's becoming a monster, either.]
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He nods. The cut is just a mark left behind now, a scar bigger than it should be for such a wound, but the area that's gray is much larger, extending an inch or two up his arm in each direction.]
The people I asked for help...they said I'm infected by the Cwyld. I figured it was just more changes for me, but...
[He hasn't told Konoe about those, either. He's never explicitly told Konoe that he's becoming a monster, either.]
It's not.