[Being one who has bared too many wounds himself, of course, the places where Daan has been hurt. The ring around the arm...he can guess at that one. The story he told, about what he was implied to do when he sacrificed something to bring the dead back to the world of the living. Perhaps its from that.]
[But this second one...]
[He pauses, his gaze heavy as it flickers up to Daan's face. He's realized where this one is from.]
[His embrace squeezes Daan slightly, voice quieter than normal.]
no subject
[But this second one...]
[He pauses, his gaze heavy as it flickers up to Daan's face. He's realized where this one is from.]
[His embrace squeezes Daan slightly, voice quieter than normal.]
...I did this.