[ Nothing? A lot of fuss over someone who ultimately did nothing. Then again, is that so unusual? That something would be locked away for no purpose other than fear?
His eyebrow raises. He makes a quiet noise. ] You people. [ The ones from Dean's world, he means. ] Eternally concerned over how human someone is.
[ He doesn't care for it. He doesn't like to define himself as more or less human, as though that's the standard by which all else must be judged. Precisely what lies in his physiology, however, is a question he cannot answer. There's never been a measure for it. ]
I'm a Witcher. We underwent mutations as children. [ He shrugs. The detail is granted casually, distantly. It's not a secret. ] I am not human. I was not raised amongst them. But it's possible my blood retained the necessary biological properties. Or...it mutated the demon's blood in turn.
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His eyebrow raises. He makes a quiet noise. ] You people. [ The ones from Dean's world, he means. ] Eternally concerned over how human someone is.
[ He doesn't care for it. He doesn't like to define himself as more or less human, as though that's the standard by which all else must be judged. Precisely what lies in his physiology, however, is a question he cannot answer. There's never been a measure for it. ]
I'm a Witcher. We underwent mutations as children. [ He shrugs. The detail is granted casually, distantly. It's not a secret. ] I am not human. I was not raised amongst them. But it's possible my blood retained the necessary biological properties. Or...it mutated the demon's blood in turn.