Having seen some die of the smallest wounds, there's too much Ben worries about when it comes to others. Especially after all the time he's had the ability to heal himself so he's worried about it less than for others. So he's glad when the guy assures that he's okay.
Nodding as he tucks it back away, chuckling at that explanation.
"I guess they're helpful here to make sure bodily fluids don't stain things, huh?" He snorts, shaking his head. "We went a while without even a way to wash our clothes without fresh running water and a rock," he admits. "A dry cleaner sounds kind of like a joke."
Of course, a lot of this city sounds that way, though it's not very funny in the long run. Not to him.
Ben arches a brow though at that, head canting slightly. "What kind of threat? If you don't mind me asking." How many other worlds had that happened in? Was it all that common?
His expression darkens at that, giving him a look. "Funny, everyone else seems to say it happens all the damn time. Not like it would be the first time I've been forced to do things I don't want but don't think it's going to be any better than what I've been through." He sighs, shaking his head. "I know what they do is none of my business. I just don't get risking someone's health when there's like dozens of other things you can do, that's all."
None of his business. Nothing he's going to get involved in. They want to cause someone permanent damage, that's on them. But keeping his head down and his nose out of things isn't easy.
"I do get what you're saying though. Or trying to say, though I think you're assuring me of something that isn't always as easy for some of us." The marked ones. Even already he can tell the difference in the way people are treated. "But thank you. I really appreciate it."
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Nodding as he tucks it back away, chuckling at that explanation.
"I guess they're helpful here to make sure bodily fluids don't stain things, huh?" He snorts, shaking his head. "We went a while without even a way to wash our clothes without fresh running water and a rock," he admits. "A dry cleaner sounds kind of like a joke."
Of course, a lot of this city sounds that way, though it's not very funny in the long run. Not to him.
Ben arches a brow though at that, head canting slightly. "What kind of threat? If you don't mind me asking." How many other worlds had that happened in? Was it all that common?
His expression darkens at that, giving him a look. "Funny, everyone else seems to say it happens all the damn time. Not like it would be the first time I've been forced to do things I don't want but don't think it's going to be any better than what I've been through." He sighs, shaking his head. "I know what they do is none of my business. I just don't get risking someone's health when there's like dozens of other things you can do, that's all."
None of his business. Nothing he's going to get involved in. They want to cause someone permanent damage, that's on them. But keeping his head down and his nose out of things isn't easy.
"I do get what you're saying though. Or trying to say, though I think you're assuring me of something that isn't always as easy for some of us." The marked ones. Even already he can tell the difference in the way people are treated. "But thank you. I really appreciate it."