[ he can't help it. he doesn't calm when anderson touches him, but he stills, looking at him quietly as his fingers relax, blood under his nails but not dripping--he hadn't had time to dig that much, thankfully. he considers what anderson is saying, then nods-- ]

--I wonder if it was that it was HUNTR, or if it was his ability, that made it so that it left a scar. It should have healed as soon as my powers came back, which is pretty suspect.

[ and he... tries to listen, to this too, because it's something he needs to hear. he has an awful view of it, an unhealthy view of it, and so he tries to rearrange his thoughts to suit the narrative he's being given. his fingers brush the scar on anderson's face, linger there, and finally his shoulders slump somewhat. ]

It wasn't even a good fight.

[ sullenly. at least he's back to being childish rather than self-destructive. but anderson's next comment makes him tilt his head, curious. ]

Anything good?

[ yeah, okay, he's interested. ]