"Does it look like I care?" He demanded when she told him that the supposed Gods would succeed in killing him. Yes, he had heard the whole fucking thing when he had arrived but there was a large part of him that didn't care. It wasn't like he really wanted his memories anyway, not all of them.

Clenching his jaw, he glared at her before suddenly stepping closer. Where he had been standing in the shadows before, the glow of the fire would embrace him now and there would be no hiding the burn scars on the side of his face. "Do you really think anyone is going to want to fuck me when there are pretty boys running around?"