bleeding out into space

Poser is curious about the creature, about the prevailing scent of fear in the air. He wasn't that terrifying... was he? A wolfhound sure, but he lacked the strength to take down another creature. Sure this one was weak, but he's a healer. But he's a collector of broken things. Poser is reminded once more of the man he'd left behind, of what they'd done to him on the way out. He aches for the Hatter, for the same blue eyes that reflect out of Razor's skull. He wouldn't give the notion any heed. The shadow is too smart for that. He pretends to be. The tricks his scattered mind play on him can be too much sometimes. Today he'd remain even tempered. He'd stay okay.

"Ah maybe it's a bit dangerous now, I dunno." Poser tries to stay lukewarm on the subject, but the question gnawing away at his brain is far too much. It's a long moment of pawing af his reflection later that he looks to the man, head cocked to the side. "Why are you scared of me?" He hadn't been a monster in this place. He's been polite, quiet even. It was rather unlike the young god, but he was reinventing himself. He'd tried to, at least, one day at a time.