[He's not entirely sure, no, but at the same time there's been just enough that's happened that he feels like he needs to know, and he gives Oliver a tight nod before deliberately nicking his thumb on one of the broken pieces of the knife. It's not a very deep cut, but it is enough to do what he wants. And he watches as the blood wells up from the wound, so dark as to be black, with golden shimmers running throughout it. And despite himself, he draws his breath in, but he doesn't say anything - just looks at it with a faintly unhappy expression on his face.]
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