[All he had to do was explain. It sounds bizarre, but Sannan isn't questioning it. He reaches out to touch his fingertips to Cain's palm, then withdraws a bit.
What Cain will see is mostly-white hair with just a little brown left at the roots, and eyes that seem to slip between amber-brown and vibrant red. And Sannan, clutching at his chest in something like agony, or defeat, though the look on his face is rather defiant. Not towards Cain, of course, as Cain's done nothing wrong.
He speaks in a gasp, then through gritted teeth.]
A clinic won't help. This isn't treatable.
[All that can be done is to ease the symptoms, as far as he knows, and that's not something he'll ask for unprompted.]
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What Cain will see is mostly-white hair with just a little brown left at the roots, and eyes that seem to slip between amber-brown and vibrant red. And Sannan, clutching at his chest in something like agony, or defeat, though the look on his face is rather defiant. Not towards Cain, of course, as Cain's done nothing wrong.
He speaks in a gasp, then through gritted teeth.]
A clinic won't help. This isn't treatable.
[All that can be done is to ease the symptoms, as far as he knows, and that's not something he'll ask for unprompted.]