[Kell turns the mask in his hands closely examining every surface. Careful not to touch sharp ends of the spikes. He slowly shakes his head. ]

It must have.

[Kell doesn't believe his own words even as he speaks them. The image of how snuggly the mask fit on the man's face still fresh in his memory. He shivers.]

Those had to go somewhere... and he had this thing pretty close to his face. There's no way it didn't ... Sanct! How deranged you must be to do it to yourself?

[Kell can understand cruelty to others. He's seen it way too much to his liking. But this? What makes people do it to themselves?]