It felt. Wrong. He touched it, carefully, traced it. It made his fingers a little numb. "Does it hurt you?" It looked like it should. It buzzed like it was mad. There was. Rage in it. That's what it was. it was a wound. But it wasn't this mans...
Ehmoi was embarrassed to realize that the not-quite-boy looked. Young. His age. Maybe. And he was being pathetic. HE didn't FEEL young at all.