I wanted to rage, to do... something, anything, but I couldn't. I just stood there, looking at the red spot. It was my own fault, my inability to protect it, my face. I was more ashamed than angry, in the end, I just wanted to hide my shame.
"Why's your face so important?" She said her eyes scanning me.
"It just is..." I said looking up in the tree.
I compressed the blood like mana into my hands and on the other hand an eye opened as well. My skin became tight and hard, red, blood red. From the tips of my fingers came familiar claws, too familiar claws. There silver reflected, contrasted by the unreflective red skin that was around my hand or rather, that was my hand.
But... it happened again.
