Re: [In-person: Dami & Misha.]
I say it does not hurt, because it does not hurt. [This was true enough, though Damian did notice the itchy feeling of skin being healed now, and he knew that if he were to tighten his hand into a fist, the dorsal skin would be smooth and tight. But, he was not thinking very hard about this, as Misha was kissing him, and then, frowning summarily. Damian took a groggy moment to understand what it was Misha was saying had occurred.] It was not real. They will be fine. [Was Damian concerned with the psychological injury perhaps caused by a death experienced too vividly, even without physical consequences? No. As it was not truly death, was it? Death could not be experienced without the immediate ceasing of being, and therefore, it was not fully felt. He shrugged and turned his attention to the clothing, then to Misha, who was saying he had 'messed up.' It was, now, Damian's turn to tut, this around the straw, making the sound hollower than normal.] This is a pendulum reaction, Mishael. [He took the t-shirt then, after setting the drink between his blanket-covered thighs, and he attempted to put it on. After untying the hospital gown stays without regard for the norm in such matters.] Not all churchgoers are human either. Or, perhaps, not simply nothing more than. You could be a human as Claire is and use a spear to kill. Is this what you mean? [It was not and Damian knew it, and as his head popped through the hole in the shirt, hair askew, he raised his brows at the other boy.]