Which leads to the question--why didn't he bother to try covering it up? Is it out of a determination to prove he doesn't care, or is he just looking for a reason to complain? Or does he want something else out of it?

Whatever the reason, he glances down at his wrist, a little like he'd forgotten it was like that. When he raises his arm, his sleeve slips down enough to see that the bandages aren't very extensive, or even very thick. One particular spot seems... dirty, like it's covered in a dust.

"I was shot." He says this casually, almost cheerily. Like discussing good weather. "Something like a dozen times. The worst of it has long-since healed..."

Though not without a price--doing that is tough on his body, and healing that much silver drained his energy reserves. He's really just waiting until his main source of blood has recovered enough to give him more--a thought that briefly floats through his mind (Asuka is in the mansion, and here's to hoping she stays there) as he stretches out his fingers. They seem to be working fine.

"This is just to keep me from bleeding on things until I can fix the rest. I've ruined too many shirts this week as it is."

The wall ahead of them is starting to loom, though more snow-covered trees peek out over the top than can be seen everywhere else on his grounds.