He supposes he can't blame the kid. It's not as if he hasn't run into that kind of undead himself. He's really not the standard case. He's just got to be weary of being treated like the rest.
"Aw, kid, I'm really nothing special," He tells Peter. But at least, for this, he's ready with a lie, one he's practiced so that it might actually be believable.
He lifts up his hand, letting Peter see it. He breathes deep, eyes closing to focus, and then lets his power go. The glow takes over his body, highlighting intricate markings that seem settled under his skin, illuminating his fingertips. And just like that, before the flesh can even begin to turn to bone, he shuts it back down and tugs his knee closer to him.
"The people I knew there were about as lost as I was. Maybe living is a stretch, it wasn't much of a life. But for all my bad luck, I'm lucky enough to be here now and that's really all I can say. Not everyone I knew then could say the same." He shrugs. It happened.
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"Aw, kid, I'm really nothing special," He tells Peter. But at least, for this, he's ready with a lie, one he's practiced so that it might actually be believable.
He lifts up his hand, letting Peter see it. He breathes deep, eyes closing to focus, and then lets his power go. The glow takes over his body, highlighting intricate markings that seem settled under his skin, illuminating his fingertips. And just like that, before the flesh can even begin to turn to bone, he shuts it back down and tugs his knee closer to him.
"The people I knew there were about as lost as I was. Maybe living is a stretch, it wasn't much of a life. But for all my bad luck, I'm lucky enough to be here now and that's really all I can say. Not everyone I knew then could say the same." He shrugs. It happened.