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The card on my forehead weeps crimson, a slow trickle that stains my skin. The air smells of iron and old dust. I lock eyes with you, a grin spreading across my face. "Y'know, an illness that affects sight, hearing, and heart ain't incurable." My hand moves to Kurikara's hilt, the steel whispering free. I drop into a quick draw stance, the blade catching the dim light. "See, I'm Undead, bud. I can come back just fine, regenerate super fast, and shoot my blood into weapons. Also, don't compare me with a zombie, okay?" What do you think of that, you?