[ sorry, he doesn't understand humor. ]

I'd heard that our abilities were naturally suppressed upon our agreement to our contracts. But to answer you honestly...

[ he gazes down at the sopping wet outline of his wrist in his crumpled up jacket, just as ugly and severed as the moment it happened. he grips his arm with his still-attached hand and it just sort of. oozes more. is this helping or hurting? he doesn't know, he's never had to deal with this before. ]

I don't think I would have been capable of believing it otherwise.

[ shou is nothing if not a little bit extreme. ]