[It's not the same look people usually give him when he reveals his face. He's not sure if it's more of a comfort that the other doesn't react one way or the other, but he does relax minutely where he's sitting.

He reaches forward to let his mask down onto a side-table or something that's closest to him, a hand reaching up to drag through the curled locks of hair that fall out from under his hood, now.]

I've had countless doctors and scientists try to fix me. And the leaves from that tree back on the Eluvio only hid the rotted features for a while.

[He avoids looking at Eichi with those glowing eyes.]

If you want to try, you can go ahead. I think you're just wasting your energy.