[It's a good thing that Mallory's facing away and it's just the two of them at this hour. He starts scrubbing from the top as his hands try to cover up all ground until he notices the strange mark near the shoulder blades; the way it starts one line and smaller ends spreading it. His paces slows down as his hands travel towards the scar, an index finger tracing it lightly in a moment of weakness and curiosity as he tries to recall if he had been to the bloodshed that caused this. It wasn't like Mallory's didn't had any other scars and markings around him, on the contrary, throughout the years he's seen how many fights his friend could get into and imagine the occasional missteps or sudden attacks that manage to catch him for a brief second.
His finger stops and rests on the scar, the mental image of a dark stain against white fabric plays suddenly appears at the back of his mind. The stain could have been anything considering the vision he had been born with, but there isn't any room for denial when he remembers how sharp the scent of blood had been.
If it's the exact same wound in his memory then at the time, Mallory shouldn't even have been walking. And yet, he was adamant of the scratches and bruises Luna has gotten to be treated first above anything else.]
.... Sorry.
[This is completely awkward, and he should focus on what he's doing now instead of his thoughts.
However he couldn't stop berating himself, all he could think off at the time was eliminating everyone in game until he was the one left standing. And it had been close to being a reality, if not for Naegi's intervention. Luna's started to scrub harder, trying to forget the memory.
Try as he may to ignore it again, he isn't able to ignore the magnetic pull of the scar below. The one that's been luring him to look and acknowledge the damage he has done.]
Did it attribute to any permanent nerve damage?
[The words come out quiet, not hiding one bit of the regret that it implies. If he was another person, he would have divert the conversation to something completely different but he's never the one for idle talk; even when he lies or hides his feelings, they tend to be close to the truth.
Who had gone close enough to do this, he wonders. By the time he had met up with Mallory again to see that wound, most of their heavy hitters have died one way or another as far as he knows.]
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His finger stops and rests on the scar, the mental image of a dark stain against white fabric plays suddenly appears at the back of his mind. The stain could have been anything considering the vision he had been born with, but there isn't any room for denial when he remembers how sharp the scent of blood had been.
If it's the exact same wound in his memory then at the time, Mallory shouldn't even have been walking. And yet, he was adamant of the scratches and bruises Luna has gotten to be treated first above anything else.]
.... Sorry.
[This is completely awkward, and he should focus on what he's doing now instead of his thoughts.
However he couldn't stop berating himself, all he could think off at the time was eliminating everyone in game until he was the one left standing. And it had been close to being a reality, if not for Naegi's intervention. Luna's started to scrub harder, trying to forget the memory.
Try as he may to ignore it again, he isn't able to ignore the magnetic pull of the scar below. The one that's been luring him to look and acknowledge the damage he has done.]
Did it attribute to any permanent nerve damage?
[The words come out quiet, not hiding one bit of the regret that it implies. If he was another person, he would have divert the conversation to something completely different but he's never the one for idle talk; even when he lies or hides his feelings, they tend to be close to the truth.
Who had gone close enough to do this, he wonders. By the time he had met up with Mallory again to see that wound, most of their heavy hitters have died one way or another as far as he knows.]