"I'm glad you like it," he says once he's finished the first bite. Jack's bowl is already at least a quarter down.
The robe covers a lot, but it still doesn't hide his throat and Sinclair can see the damage in his peripheral vision. It looks like scars on top of scars, skin stretched in different directions, overhealed and angry red. He hopes vaguely that whatever made those scars killed him quickly.
And maybe he could ask. But no, that would probably be rude. Rude like chewing with your mouth open and talking with your mouth full.
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"I'm glad you like it," he says once he's finished the first bite. Jack's bowl is already at least a quarter down.
The robe covers a lot, but it still doesn't hide his throat and Sinclair can see the damage in his peripheral vision. It looks like scars on top of scars, skin stretched in different directions, overhealed and angry red. He hopes vaguely that whatever made those scars killed him quickly.
And maybe he could ask. But no, that would probably be rude. Rude like chewing with your mouth open and talking with your mouth full.