( Louis makes a surprised little sound when she starts unbuttoning her shirt, but it's done before he can so much as try to politely object. Her complete lack of modesty about it eases his natural inclination to avert his eyes, and when he gets a look, he's utterly taken aback by the size of the scar. What she says confirms his first thought: it looks deadly, and it was.

... The quiet laughter is unsettling. He might offer some kind of awkward condolences if not for that. )

I see.

( In the key of "holy shit." )

Then— you remember your death as well? ( A soft shake of his head. ) That scar seems as though it would be difficult to fabricate in such a short time... it certainly does lend credence to the theory that we can in fact travel back and forth from this place in some way. It's certainly the explanation I prefer, even if our memories don't remain intact.

... Thank you for the vivid demonstration.