Saverio's brows furrowed as he looked at Leon. He unbuttoned his blue shirt and touched the skin nearest to the wound on his upper abdomen, "It offers semblance to this?" He asked, curiosity sinking deeply into his voice, making it a little hoarse than expected.
The wound didn't for once stop to ache. Sometimes it became heavier and a feeling as if several veins were pulled overshadowed his sense but sometimes, it felt as if it was one of the mere injuries he had acquired before, the only difference was that this one wasn't healing.
Leon looked carefully at the wound and then slightly shook his head, "I guess I'm mistaken. Yours is however longer than hers but it looks like they both have the same width. The deepness is the same and then there is also a similar feeling of—"
