[ He stops briefly amidst cleaning off some blood, mostly because of how casually Moriarty had spoken of where those scars had actually come from. ]

Your death... ah... I see. [ Roland chuckled softly and resumed what he was doing, still taking care to dab lightly where he could. ] A very notable reminder I still know very little about how your home world works in comparison to mine.

[ In the sense that when people died? They stayed dead and there were no such things as people coming back in any way or form whatsoever.

Thankfully it doesn't take too long to get the blood cleaned up but the poor towel is definitely not the color it used to be. It's good this place has laundry or the blood might not ever come out of this poor fabric. ]

Do those scars still pain you even now, Moriarty?