[ He appreciates how astute that statement is. There's something about this that's a little like being in a Hollow — there are approximations of things he knows, but the environment has been tainted by corruption. That it's all gilt and gorgeous is almost more unnerving, though. In a Hollow, it's easier to tell where the monsters are, silhouettes against his fires raging in the kaleidoscopic dark. Regardless, she's right. ]

Despite how I look, [ scarred, well-loved by violence. ] I'd like to think I know when to fight my way out and when to hang back to get a better idea of what I'm up against. If it was just me, playing would be an easier sell.

[ Or so he thinks. In the clutch of her hands, his fingers wind through hers. ]

How do you feel about it?