For a little while, yeah. But once we sit down you can see my skin do a cool magic trick.

[ when heine mentioned that he heals fast, he wasn't kidding. back home, his knee would already be new skin by the time they even reach the bank; here, it'll take another minute or two, but if midnight's interested, he sure could just watch the healing happen as they sit. (but midnight is right: he does have to suffer the pain of it while he waits for the wound to close.)

heine slumps down onto the far end of the bench with a groan, then stretches out a little as he settles. ]

I was... created. [ this feels like fair information to offer, in exchange for having asked an awkward question about midnight's origins just now. ] As an experimental bioweapon. That's where the implant and the healing come from.