[ he's used to death and re-sleeves or whatever he called it - he's a few centuries old himself - so why is he still freaking out?? okay, maybe that's not fair, especially since she herself already knows there are differences in their world's immortalities. she can come back from anything, for one. he has limits. ]
I'm not a ghost. Check my pulse if you don't believe me. [ she brushes her hand against her neck, smudging some of the still sticky blood onto her fingers. ]
I can heal. [ she says it way too casually for both the supposedly fatal wound and the way kovacs is reacting, and it's barely a step above describing the minimum. then she rolls sideways and off him, pushing herself to sit upright without saying anything else. ]
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I'm not a ghost. Check my pulse if you don't believe me. [ she brushes her hand against her neck, smudging some of the still sticky blood onto her fingers. ]
I can heal. [ she says it way too casually for both the supposedly fatal wound and the way kovacs is reacting, and it's barely a step above describing the minimum. then she rolls sideways and off him, pushing herself to sit upright without saying anything else. ]