“No… It was… just… hard… difficult times… especially when your best friend dies in your arms.” Will sighed. Should I show him how disgusting I look? He’s only a stranger, I only show my true self to my lover… who is dead. Will hesitated to speak, he just decided to explain himself, and not expose himself. “My blood cells have a pigment, like plants, the pigment is black… so my veins are black… and it looks gross… I don’t like showing anyone. My veins aren’t black on my hands or face… thanks to medication.”
“Shit, man, I’m sorry to hear that.” Being the nosy piece of shit that he was, he took a gander at the memory as Strife thought of it…and immediately regretted his decision. Seriously, shit, man.
He leaned forward with interest, gaze drifting to the man’s wrist and neck in the hopes of spotting some of the unusual colouration, but it seemed pretty well hidden. “Huh, that just sounds kinda cool, but I guess if you’re different in any way that can cause you problems. I had a similar thing with my skin being grey and all. People are fucking assholes.”
“So what do you do these days?”