[Dodger would offer a quip, but... then the mask is off and he's absolutely blown away.
Dodger has always been a very sick, twisted person. His description of a perfect human being would be far from conventional, and he's never expected anyone to understand or approve of it. But here he sees a man who he already knew to be intelligent, untrusting and callous, wracked by the scars that are left from what he can only assume was a literal trip through hell. Proof that he's lived through things worth calling a life.
He looks unique, and broken, and perfect. And for a while Dodger's gaze just flits over each inch of his skin, taking in every detail. If he's not going to get the chance again, he wants this burned into his memory.]
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Dodger has always been a very sick, twisted person. His description of a perfect human being would be far from conventional, and he's never expected anyone to understand or approve of it. But here he sees a man who he already knew to be intelligent, untrusting and callous, wracked by the scars that are left from what he can only assume was a literal trip through hell. Proof that he's lived through things worth calling a life.
He looks unique, and broken, and perfect. And for a while Dodger's gaze just flits over each inch of his skin, taking in every detail. If he's not going to get the chance again, he wants this burned into his memory.]
Shit... you weren't kidding.