"Not to someone who has been staring, no. Not usually. Is there anything I can help you with?"
WUCHANG.
Grinning.
"Making a small talk! People do that these days. Don't you?"
𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅.
"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.
Hand to the hilt of his sword, anticipating.
