[ He looks at Jack behind him in the mirror, unable to hide the way his expression briefly looks stricken by the question. Across his shoulder and around his back remains the moth-like scars, the only physical sign on his body from the end of the vision. In the months since then he's gotten used to it, though he supposes it helps that it's partially on his back, not easily seen.
Not like this. ]
I... I don't know.
[ His brow furrows, and he shakes his head as he rans a hand over his face, back through his hair again. ]
Sorry - it just... surprised me. I can probably make it go away.
[ He tries again to will the color from his eyes, unsuccessful a second time. Grimacing, he tries using his other gift, purposefully turning his eyes their usual dark brown. An illusion, but it works for the moment. ]
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Not like this. ]
I... I don't know.
[ His brow furrows, and he shakes his head as he rans a hand over his face, back through his hair again. ]
Sorry - it just... surprised me. I can probably make it go away.
[ He tries again to will the color from his eyes, unsuccessful a second time. Grimacing, he tries using his other gift, purposefully turning his eyes their usual dark brown. An illusion, but it works for the moment. ]