A healer? Now, no one has called him that in quite a while, one might even say, that was multiple lifetimes ago. It flattered him nonetheless. “Why so? Aren’t healers supposed to appear when they are needed the most?” The Doctor looked down at the corpse, gently tapping it with the tip of his boot, “although, maybe a little too late for this poor fellow.”
No, the spectacle had been way more intriguing than the prospect of saving another life; again - mea culpa - scientific curiosity had gotten the best of him.
And the Doctor was about to ask the gentleman about his odd preference when they both suddenly observed the corpse disappear into nothing. As if they never existed in the first place. It made him pout, as if he had expected this outcome already, yet still felt a tad disappointment.
“It happened again,” he commented dryly, “they rarely stay long enough to grant me a chance of examination.” A shrug underlined the fact, as if he didn’t feel even slightly disturbed by the scene.
“I suppose you don’t often linger in the vicinity of your victims? Typical hunter behaviour. No need to mourn a meal, am I correct?”
"Ah, so you're familiar with this?" Sebastian chuckles. "I tend to leave the corpse once I am done with them, yes." Vanth was the one that made sure to eat every bit of what belonged to someone, and very rarely did Sebastian. He kept sustained pretty well, without fresh meat.
"Now I feel awful that your toy has disappeared." And as if an idea strikes him, "Will you go hunting with me? I will find you another. Alive."
