You come from the same, or near enough, world as Seto and Yugi-kun. [It's a retort, one that's backed by a frown and there's clearly more she'd love to say but-
It all dies at the sight of scar. Dies into a horrified gape as those look very much like something -it couldn't be that strange dragon with him, right?- had had a go, a serious one at that, at gutting the teenager before her. Or at least took hot steel to him...Yet, it's not burn scars. Or, if it is, it doesn't look like anything she'd recognise. Gods. Maybe it did gut him.
Eva swallows down the bile. Not because she can't picture it, but because she can. Can easily recall the stench of blood that'd follow such an act because one doesn't get that kind of scaring from shallow wounds. Yet, he's standing here and that means he survived. Survived to live and breathe, to move as if it never happened.]
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It all dies at the sight of scar. Dies into a horrified gape as those look very much like something -it couldn't be that strange dragon with him, right?- had had a go, a serious one at that, at gutting the teenager before her. Or at least took hot steel to him...Yet, it's not burn scars. Or, if it is, it doesn't look like anything she'd recognise. Gods. Maybe it did gut him.
Eva swallows down the bile. Not because she can't picture it, but because she can. Can easily recall the stench of blood that'd follow such an act because one doesn't get that kind of scaring from shallow wounds. Yet, he's standing here and that means he survived. Survived to live and breathe, to move as if it never happened.]