[He's silent again, for a bit...before finally turning his head to look at Sherlock - looking at him directly.
There's...trepidation in his eyes, but also...something else.]
...Apparently, most of my spine is gone - but the remnants that remain are being held in place by my magic, which is constantly attempting to regenerate the injury.
[He pauses.]
...But, it can't. There's nothing to regenerate, and it was a wound suffered before you turned - a wound right before I was on the precipice of life and death. I assume if I had been fully turned - if I hadn't been on that verge - it could have healed, but with just the echo...
[He shakes his head.]
So, most likely, the constant regeneration has been...exciting the nerves, so to speak. For over a century. That is - why it is so agonizing.
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[He's silent again, for a bit...before finally turning his head to look at Sherlock - looking at him directly.
There's...trepidation in his eyes, but also...something else.]
...Apparently, most of my spine is gone - but the remnants that remain are being held in place by my magic, which is constantly attempting to regenerate the injury.
[He pauses.]
...But, it can't. There's nothing to regenerate, and it was a wound suffered before you turned - a wound right before I was on the precipice of life and death. I assume if I had been fully turned - if I hadn't been on that verge - it could have healed, but with just the echo...
[He shakes his head.]
So, most likely, the constant regeneration has been...exciting the nerves, so to speak. For over a century. That is - why it is so agonizing.