Seth 2 clenched his fist tight, causing another trickle of silver blood to pour from the wound. Yet he didn't care for the pain, and instead let out a heavy sigh. Although his name was in reference to his arm count, as they decided, it suddenly began to carry with it a different weight.
"The body remembers... It remembers the cuts, the bruises, the burns. Every injury leaves a mark. Not all of them leave a scar, but all of them leave a mark.
When you turn your body into its soul form, it remembers how it was. Every cut, every bruise. Everything, so that it can build itself back again, just as it was.
We... You dissolved into a soul form then were regenerated. I was produced from the shattered parts of your soul. It seems since it skipped that step and didn't come from a new body outright, I was just given a new body. One straight from the source code...
DNA, If I had to guess. No scars, no marks... No lost hand. Just a fresh face grown from scratch."
