''Say, you seem like an interesting fellow,'' the spy took a step closer. ''Not that i'd judge, but was this a personal choice?'' (blood-sucking-gentleman)
Judas snarled into the darkness, the normally attentive eyes unable to see the initiator of this interview. “No one chooses to become an abomination! It’s foolish to assume otherwise.“
His voice lowers as he calms from the outburst. “If it was up to me, I would still have my two legs, and I’d be eating cold cuts–not carrion.”
“I’ve had a heart transplant… twice? I don’t remember. Either way, my circulatory system is fucked up. I still get palpitations and they keep me up at night sometimes.”
He lifted his hands palms facing away from the other splice. “Can’t move these.” He wiggled the fused chitinous ring and pinky fingers as well as he could, but they were only capable of a slight hinged movement, the fingers still pointing straight without any joints.
Lowering his hands to fold his arms, the splice ended his little show and tell. “I’m sure there’s a host of other problems, but I’m not seeing a doctor over it, so I can’t speak for them.”
‘’Hm,’’ he nodded. ‘’Unfortunate. Well, what comes to me, for the obvious, i’m blind,’’ he addressed his eyes. ‘’But i can safely say that i might be in better condition than you. And the medics aren’t that much of a worry to me,’’ he hummed. ‘’When was the last time you saw one?’’
“Hm, you’re probably better off blind.” He mused. If the other splice was able to see himself and how disfigured he was, wouldn’t he be more self loathing than this? He couldn’t imagine what he would have looked like before his operation, but it had to better than this.
“It’s been a while. I haven’t had many visitors down here lately. For the best, I’m sure.” He looks at the bat with a bit of a challenge in mind. No. He’s too frail looking. Not worth the effort.
