[It gets a soft exhale that's nearly a laugh out of him. Yeah, that was pretty damn close. Dying would be preferable to letting anyone else see the damn thing, even if Raven was only slightly above that. Still, the fact he is bothered by it says... something. He's not really sure what it says at this point.

Raven's blastia is entirely different from his own, and subconsciously one of his hands comes up to his cravat before he catches himself and resettles. It would be easier to hide over his heart like that, but there's something about the silver plating and vastly different design that is equally ugly, and equally disturbing to see.]

Apparently. I suppose I am rather envious that yours can be hidden so easily!

[They're empty words, to fill the space, because he isn't sure what to do with this now that he's seen it. It's horrible. It's absolutely horrible that he isn't the only one and that he now knows what it looks like and that makes it all the more real.

But in some strangely morbid way it's... almost comforting, to know that someone else has some idea of what it's like. There are so many questions he could ask, so many things he could (should?) say, but in the end he falls silent, staring at Raven's blastia for a moment longer before shaking his head.]

I appreciate your... support at the trial, though I'm sure this isn't the way either of us would have wanted to... discuss this.

[He certainly never would have wanted to discuss it at all.]