Here, look. [Toby pulls away from Dorian and takes off his shirt quickly and none too gracefully. He takes Dorian's hand and guides it towards the scars from his "mauling" that will never heal, and then moves Dorian's hand towards the wounds from Ivar turning him that are nearly healed] I've got scars, traces, imperfections that will never go away. I don't just magically heal like you did. These are days old, these are from when I turned, and they're still not gone away. But you, you healed in hours.
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Here, look. [Toby pulls away from Dorian and takes off his shirt quickly and none too gracefully. He takes Dorian's hand and guides it towards the scars from his "mauling" that will never heal, and then moves Dorian's hand towards the wounds from Ivar turning him that are nearly healed] I've got scars, traces, imperfections that will never go away. I don't just magically heal like you did. These are days old, these are from when I turned, and they're still not gone away. But you, you healed in hours.
I'm not like you, Dorian. No one is like you.