"And why would I fake something like... this?" he asked, a little strain entering his voice as he stood up straighter. The cut on his arm, the slashes at the base of his ribs and the one on his side, he made sure she could see all of them.

It was only for a moment, however, as he soon returned to leaning against his scythe, his teeth grit and eyes squeezed shut at the pain coursing through his body. "Now why," he sucked in a hissing breath through his teeth, "Why would I do something like this to myself?"