[ He searches every wound and imperfection, every mark the monster left. All the gluttony in the world did nothing to end his hunger, and many had to suffer for it. Zephir doesn't regret what he did, he doesn't blame himself for it; he does, however, feel a sense of wrongness at the fact that he wasn't quite himself when he ripped Sully open, and that even that wasn't enough to sate him. Imagine that.
It's in the past. He's cured. And now he gets to do the same for Sully, passing his palm over the damage, watching it all age backwards until it's back to the way it should have always been. Once the process is over, he leans down to rest a cheek on his shoulder. ]
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[ He searches every wound and imperfection, every mark the monster left. All the gluttony in the world did nothing to end his hunger, and many had to suffer for it. Zephir doesn't regret what he did, he doesn't blame himself for it; he does, however, feel a sense of wrongness at the fact that he wasn't quite himself when he ripped Sully open, and that even that wasn't enough to sate him. Imagine that.
It's in the past. He's cured. And now he gets to do the same for Sully, passing his palm over the damage, watching it all age backwards until it's back to the way it should have always been. Once the process is over, he leans down to rest a cheek on his shoulder. ]
Do you forgive me?