Grinning.
"Making a small talk! People do that these days. Don't you?"
"What does it matter to..." he paused. The presence before him was... otherworldly.
"You?"
WUCHANG.
"What happened to your torso?"
𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅.
𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅.
Hand to the hilt of his sword, anticipating.