[She waits it out. Gives it a bit of breathing time after. Sorts her own thoughts. It's a mixed bag. The stakes aren't as real for her, having only second hand knowledge and visions. But the thick emotion he says it with is real. The shame of it.

Camille cants her head. Reaches up, touching his shoulder lightly.]

How is it ugly? If that's the way the world works where you come from, if it's a threat, then...why wouldn't it be your first thought?

[Her mouth quirks.]

Frankly, once I found out about that I was wondering much the same thing. There's a lot of ways to make a curse, it seems. And you didn't know me, Geto. I shouldn't have been showing you the scars in the first place. It's more on me than on you, for dropping a bunch of needless baggage in your lap.

Besides, if you really are so terrible, why would you be so torn up about it now?