He's a dumb sword boy, what more do you want, Zechs.
That said, Glenn takes the comment about his looks with visible distaste. He busies himself sipping the tea again while he listens, and idly plucks at the collar of his shirt, shoulders hunching.
"...Sure. Just... I dunno."
His fingers tighten slightly on the mug.
"When I was killed... I was mostly burned alive... along with a lot of other people. And when I survived that, while I tried to crawl away with someone I was protecting, my limbs and head were cut off. I have every mark from that encounter on my body.
"...I can't imagine inflicting that ugliness on anyone."
Maybe he'll be told to just tough it out. Or that it's an unnecessary worry - something like that. Either way, even admitting this much makes his skin crawl. Even though he so badly wants to expel the poison it causes.
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That said, Glenn takes the comment about his looks with visible distaste. He busies himself sipping the tea again while he listens, and idly plucks at the collar of his shirt, shoulders hunching.
"...Sure. Just... I dunno."
His fingers tighten slightly on the mug.
"When I was killed... I was mostly burned alive... along with a lot of other people. And when I survived that, while I tried to crawl away with someone I was protecting, my limbs and head were cut off. I have every mark from that encounter on my body.
"...I can't imagine inflicting that ugliness on anyone."
Maybe he'll be told to just tough it out. Or that it's an unnecessary worry - something like that. Either way, even admitting this much makes his skin crawl. Even though he so badly wants to expel the poison it causes.