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[breakaleginhalf]

Hey, it's Gil. Either I haven't got my phone on me, OR I'm actively ignoring you. Text me if it's important, try harder if you're dying. TEXT | VOICE | VIDEO | ACTION

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[breakaleginhalf]

He takes her hand gently; even through the Mask his hands feel rough, and he lifts her hand to his neck.

So she can feel the thick, keloid-like collar that circles his entire neck. A scar that no-one should rightfully be able to survive. And his voice rumbles gently beneath her fingers as he speaks.

"I am broken. That's how the way I was changed worked."

[decrypter]

She's quiet for a long moment, her touch featherlight, and it might seem like she's about to drop it, before her free hand moves to push up her other arm's sleeve, up to her shoulder. In several places on her upper arm, there are marks like the flesh has been torn, gouged in a line and left to heal. Not the full encircling like his neck, but proof enough that something happened.

Not a Changeling, no magic upon her. Not the same thing. But something all the same.

"I may not know you, or your story. But I know you're more than you're giving yourself credit for."