He'd been so caught up in his own thoughts that he'd assumed Guy would be able to follow what he was saying. Now that he thought about it, though, the question didn't really come from left field. Auldrant had their own way of understanding science, which was only natural.
"Deoxyribonucleic acid," Claude replied. He paused, trying to clear his throat a little, but all it did was make it feel more scratchy. "Think of it as...well, the basic building block of our genetic make-up." There was a lot more he could say about it, obviously, but that was the short end of it, and probably enough for Guy to get the gist of what he was trying to say.
The fact technology to change something like that even existed in the Institute was unsettling for Claude. It made him wonder what that final, excruciating procedure had been used for. They hadn't tattooed any extra crests aside from the one on his arm. But the doctor implied that he had given him an extra ability aside from healing. Had they inscribed some sort of symbol inside of him, too? The thought made his stomach turn more than it already had. If that was the case, it could be anything, even something dangerous...
Unfortunately, as upsetting as that possibility was, he had more immediate concerns he had to worry about. Like what he'd be doing with himself now that his eyes were obviously damaged. Biting down on his lip, he brought his uninjured fingers to the tape holding one of the pads down, as if silently debating on peeling it off at some point. Even though it hurt, not knowing how bad it looked underneath somehow made him more anxious about all this. If he at least had some idea of what he was dealing with, then maybe he'd know what to expect in the future, right?
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"Deoxyribonucleic acid," Claude replied. He paused, trying to clear his throat a little, but all it did was make it feel more scratchy. "Think of it as...well, the basic building block of our genetic make-up." There was a lot more he could say about it, obviously, but that was the short end of it, and probably enough for Guy to get the gist of what he was trying to say.
The fact technology to change something like that even existed in the Institute was unsettling for Claude. It made him wonder what that final, excruciating procedure had been used for. They hadn't tattooed any extra crests aside from the one on his arm. But the doctor implied that he had given him an extra ability aside from healing. Had they inscribed some sort of symbol inside of him, too? The thought made his stomach turn more than it already had. If that was the case, it could be anything, even something dangerous...
Unfortunately, as upsetting as that possibility was, he had more immediate concerns he had to worry about. Like what he'd be doing with himself now that his eyes were obviously damaged. Biting down on his lip, he brought his uninjured fingers to the tape holding one of the pads down, as if silently debating on peeling it off at some point. Even though it hurt, not knowing how bad it looked underneath somehow made him more anxious about all this. If he at least had some idea of what he was dealing with, then maybe he'd know what to expect in the future, right?