[He's trying the foreign name, managing it well on a first attempt, due in part to the activation of the Sharigan as it mimics movement of the man's mouth. He is tempted to argue—that even abilities he was certain he possessed had failed to work in the past, and certainly here, but all of the energy seems to have drained out of him like a sieve.
A step back. His hand lifts, rubbing his face, leaving a print of Cy's blood on the ridge of a cheekbone where he'd failed to wipe all of it off his fingers.
And finally he lifts his head, looking at Cy directly. The red bleeds out of the right eye but the left remains strange, steadfast purple.]
Do you recognize me? [It's an abrupt question he's likely to soon regret.] Have you seen me before?
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[He's trying the foreign name, managing it well on a first attempt, due in part to the activation of the Sharigan as it mimics movement of the man's mouth. He is tempted to argue—that even abilities he was certain he possessed had failed to work in the past, and certainly here, but all of the energy seems to have drained out of him like a sieve.
A step back. His hand lifts, rubbing his face, leaving a print of Cy's blood on the ridge of a cheekbone where he'd failed to wipe all of it off his fingers.
And finally he lifts his head, looking at Cy directly. The red bleeds out of the right eye but the left remains strange, steadfast purple.]
Do you recognize me? [It's an abrupt question he's likely to soon regret.] Have you seen me before?