[He shakes his head stubbornly. He is alone. Even if there are some people here he gets along with, they're not really people he can fight with. The way he thinks about things is too different. They're not his allies. He doesn't care what Feliks says. He knows he's not one of them. He never will be.]
It—heals.
[It. His body seems like an alien being to him sometimes. It's weird to feel distant from your own body. Now, his is doing something completely different. In addition to healing, extra tendons are starting to form on his face, standing out against his paler skin.]
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[He shakes his head stubbornly. He is alone. Even if there are some people here he gets along with, they're not really people he can fight with. The way he thinks about things is too different. They're not his allies. He doesn't care what Feliks says. He knows he's not one of them. He never will be.]
It—heals.
[It. His body seems like an alien being to him sometimes. It's weird to feel distant from your own body. Now, his is doing something completely different. In addition to healing, extra tendons are starting to form on his face, standing out against his paler skin.]