[ A smart fighter avoids damage at all possible. Jinx has her own scars, but she's also young and spry, and if she wore a suit, nobody would ever know the amount of danger she's put herself into. In short, he isn't judging any kids here yet, because his metric is weirdly high for kids who would be put into danger. To be fair, Jinx had often managed her recovery herself, which didn't... make things better.

He talks of violence, he carries weapons. Silco decides he's probably more familiar with danger than most. Or at least as much as your average Zaunite. (It's more.) ]

Acid? No.

[ He blinked — it's really a wink with only one lid — before he tipped his head, to give him a better look. ]

It's what happens when you combine an open wound with river water where I am from.

[ Because the river is that fucking toxic. His lips curl into a little smile, but it isn't a pleasant one. ]

Let's just say it becomes routine after a bit. This is fairly old, after all, and I've grown used to it.

[ And used to the treatments. ]