No, this is-- this came with being void-touched, later. So did my eyes and skin, and my voice.

[he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. the tentacles curl idly around his wrist.]

But... no chance of it, yes. Killed with the holy flame of the same Light he always served. [he manages a humorless little breath of what's almost a laugh, there, but it's an ugly thing.] So much for the Light will protect you. He's the one who always cared about it and I'm the one who lived, where was the Light in that?