[He doesn't know what his words have triggered in Stiles, but he can see the effect plainly, and concern only mounts higher. That scar of darkness — it must be tied into the problem, but how? Stiles produces a small mirror in a flash of silver, and his eyes fall to it reflexively, brow furrowed with question.
Onore. He looks to the place where Stiles indicates, then slowly nods. It is kanji he can read on Stiles' body, strange as that is given their different cultures. Oneself?]
Yes. It is. Why?
[The fear is stark on the other boy's face. He can recognize it now because Cy has told him what it means — that panic. Clearly, this holds heavy meaning to Stiles.]
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Onore. He looks to the place where Stiles indicates, then slowly nods. It is kanji he can read on Stiles' body, strange as that is given their different cultures. Oneself?]
Yes. It is. Why?
[The fear is stark on the other boy's face. He can recognize it now because Cy has told him what it means — that panic. Clearly, this holds heavy meaning to Stiles.]