Rufus watches Tseng run the blade across his stomach, over smooth white skin that had not too long along had been blemished with black marks. Was he so different than he was two years ago? He's not going to cover up, there is nothing he can do the hide the scars that weren't going anywhere, but he watches Tseng's expression carefully.

"Tseng." He reaches up with his unbroken hand to catch strands of black hair between his fingers. It would be an affectionate gesture but there is little emotion on his face. He feels the pain from his wrist even more now but he didn't pull away as Tseng ran the blade across his chest.

"Tseng. Look at me."