[ Raven reaches out once again and carefully runs his fingers along the scarring. There's almost something fond about it -- his own body was scarred, certainly, but not to this extent. Wires woven through the skin, everything buried so deeply it's now a part of him. Striking.
Raven cocks his head slightly, brushing his fingers along Stefano's cheek before his hand drops back to his side. ]
Have I?
[ He realizes there is something ... off about him. It doesn't bother Raven, though. Whatever it is makes him unpredictable and that unpredictability, in his experience, made him better at inflicting the kind of pain that still sparked something in him. A killer interested in creating art...Fascinating. ]
How many masterpieces have you made? Countless, I assume...
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Raven cocks his head slightly, brushing his fingers along Stefano's cheek before his hand drops back to his side. ]
Have I?
[ He realizes there is something ... off about him. It doesn't bother Raven, though. Whatever it is makes him unpredictable and that unpredictability, in his experience, made him better at inflicting the kind of pain that still sparked something in him. A killer interested in creating art...Fascinating. ]
How many masterpieces have you made? Countless, I assume...