The trace of what is inside me rejects life itself, Dorian. It is a curse engineered to wear away at human life. In regards to what it feels like, what it is? I suppose you would have to test that for yourself. You may taste a drop of my blood, and see what happens—if anything at all. I would leave that to you.
[There's no accounting for personal variation. Just because his blood magic now twists towards cursing, that doesn't mean every individual coming into contact with his blood would suffer—the effects, if any, are unpredictable.]
As for how I am still walking, I truly cannot answer that myself. It simply is, and I remain alive. It will not spread to those around me and it is my personal trouble, my private suffering, so I would hope you do not share this, but rather keep it to yourself.
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[There's no accounting for personal variation. Just because his blood magic now twists towards cursing, that doesn't mean every individual coming into contact with his blood would suffer—the effects, if any, are unpredictable.]
As for how I am still walking, I truly cannot answer that myself. It simply is, and I remain alive. It will not spread to those around me and it is my personal trouble, my private suffering, so I would hope you do not share this, but rather keep it to yourself.