[ Noh-Varr doesn't really expect Marco to understand; to be honest, it's not something he'd given much thought to before, much like a human might use a toaster every day, and not be able to explain how it works. Noh-Varr is an engineer of spaceships. He understands the intricacies of epiphany engines and concept-fuel and how to harness the raw radiation that flows uninterrupted in the vacuum of space. His understanding of the body is limited to those things he can destroy, the placement of easily-snapped bones, how to twist nerves and take advantage of soft tissue.
Watching Marco, his hesitation, the uncertainty in his question, hammers some strange truth home. This will be the first time he'll be using his skills to heal. He's not building a weapon, a trap, a barrier, a vehicle; he's building a part of Marco's life back. Looking up from where he has his tape measure around the other man's bicep, he nods, confident. ]
Like you never lost it.
[ He feels like it's a promise he can make because to do any less would be failure, in his eyes--and he refuses to suffer failure. ]
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Watching Marco, his hesitation, the uncertainty in his question, hammers some strange truth home. This will be the first time he'll be using his skills to heal. He's not building a weapon, a trap, a barrier, a vehicle; he's building a part of Marco's life back. Looking up from where he has his tape measure around the other man's bicep, he nods, confident. ]
Like you never lost it.
[ He feels like it's a promise he can make because to do any less would be failure, in his eyes--and he refuses to suffer failure. ]