[Mu reaches for the knife again, and drags his thumb across the blade lightly to reopen the cut. Sure enough, the blood that wells out is dark black, and faintly iridescent.]
It...is a consequence of this place. You said you'd been alone for eight years - the Kiran of my reality would be the same, but for this place.
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[Mu reaches for the knife again, and drags his thumb across the blade lightly to reopen the cut. Sure enough, the blood that wells out is dark black, and faintly iridescent.]
It...is a consequence of this place. You said you'd been alone for eight years - the Kiran of my reality would be the same, but for this place.