[ ah-- he is leaning in a bit as Falco displays the mark on his neck, and his brow furrows softly together in consternation. the purple swirls... so this is what it looked like. at least it gave him some context for the issue the boy had been forced to face, but... ]
...Does it hurt, Falco?
[ the question is quiet. he wishes he had the strength of his colleagues, some way to remove this for him. perhaps he was a priest, but he hadn't been gifted with magic or spiritual energy or anything of the like - all he had was the sincere wish to make this child's burden vanish ]
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...Does it hurt, Falco?
[ the question is quiet. he wishes he had the strength of his colleagues, some way to remove this for him. perhaps he was a priest, but he hadn't been gifted with magic or spiritual energy or anything of the like - all he had was the sincere wish to make this child's burden vanish ]