"It's... complicated." He sighed. None of his attempted explanations really made sense without the key piece of information he was leaving out. He knew that. He just... didn't want anyone to know. (He was a coward.)
"When I was a- a kid." He stumbled over the word a bit, considering it wasn't one he typically associated with himself. "A lot of stuff happened to me that I don't really understand. There's no way to know if it left some kind of trace." The doctors had said he'd been clear of any remaining Daemon blood, but they'd also said they couldn't be certain. It wasn't something they had experience with after all.
He still had nightmares sometimes, of waking up unable to speak, the only sound he could make being the screech of a Daemon. Or of black blood beginning to drip from his eyes, his mouth. He'd seen it enough back at the facility. Every time he lost a feather he had a moment of panic, that that would be it, he'd lose them all, leather and scales taking their place. He shuddered, his eyes taking on a somewhat glazed look as his thoughts spiralled.
Re: Blame
Date: 2025-01-12 05:20 am (UTC)"When I was a- a kid." He stumbled over the word a bit, considering it wasn't one he typically associated with himself. "A lot of stuff happened to me that I don't really understand. There's no way to know if it left some kind of trace." The doctors had said he'd been clear of any remaining Daemon blood, but they'd also said they couldn't be certain. It wasn't something they had experience with after all.
He still had nightmares sometimes, of waking up unable to speak, the only sound he could make being the screech of a Daemon. Or of black blood beginning to drip from his eyes, his mouth. He'd seen it enough back at the facility. Every time he lost a feather he had a moment of panic, that that would be it, he'd lose them all, leather and scales taking their place. He shuddered, his eyes taking on a somewhat glazed look as his thoughts spiralled.