[ He listens to Kaneki’s tale with a sympathetic knit of his brows. An accident, ah? Transplant of organs… he can only imagine that it must have been a traumatic experience. His own isn’t good by any means—but it was his own fault. Kaneki sounds innocent. ]
I see … I guess that makes sense. [ he scratches his cheek, ] Not that I’m a doctor or anything. You’ve been through a lot, huh? Are you going to be okay here?
[ Some daemons do have specific needs. Several that he knows, including a close companion, have diets that are much less flexible than his own. Velvet wouldn’t have much luck eating other daemons or souls around here. ]
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[ He listens to Kaneki’s tale with a sympathetic knit of his brows. An accident, ah? Transplant of organs… he can only imagine that it must have been a traumatic experience. His own isn’t good by any means—but it was his own fault. Kaneki sounds innocent. ]
I see … I guess that makes sense. [ he scratches his cheek, ] Not that I’m a doctor or anything. You’ve been through a lot, huh? Are you going to be okay here?
[ Some daemons do have specific needs. Several that he knows, including a close companion, have diets that are much less flexible than his own. Velvet wouldn’t have much luck eating other daemons or souls around here. ]