In the light, crimson had intensified to scarlet. Orb looked over towards Carach as he spoke, shirt removed for the likely seeping of blood that would occur prior to and during suture. Hands cradling his jaw, running up along the temple and where the other scar lingered, he watched with a certain affinity for pain. It wasn't that he didn't feel it, it was simply that he felt it differently. He took a deep breath as the first suture began, then another, unable to mask the effect it had on him.
"Endless tide..." He could only draw on thoughts of Matsu, the abyss of power that yawned ever occasionally in his direction. And in such an event, when presented with the ultimate eclipse, how he was content to be swallowed by it. "Apathy, lethargy. Amusement that could provoke an end." It wasn't something he had seen, the old man came upon Reverance in a more direct way.
The needle plunged in again, pulling separated skin back together. "She made you feel right because it was the hug that preceded suffocation." He breathed in slowly, rise and fall of his chest, as he looked up towards the ceiling. "The soothing comfort of being contained by something bigger. Never knowing that at any moment, it could collapse around you."
He looked back down to find the eyes of the man, stitching him back together. "They wanted you for something that would not have been to your benefit. We aren't the sort to prosper from such gifted embrace. We pull every triumph from blood and bone and death. It's never been any different, why would it change now?"
Nothing in this life was right, not when it was given without force or show of will.