It was definitely someone I knew. [He couldn't mistake that hair and backpack.
Nagito stiffens noticeably when Frieda reaches toward his prosthesis, but he does allow her to help dry it, even if he doesn't quite take his other hand off it either. It's not entirely clear he even realizes he's doing that.
Nagito's scars are many and varied. Bullet wounds, burn marks, various cuts... With his prosthetic and the silicone that covers the rest of his arm off, it's clear there are a few very long, angry-looking marks from some sort of blade not too far above where his arm ends. The end of the arm itself--perhaps six inches below his elbow--has been sewn up with near-supernatural surgical precision.] Of course, that may just mean I hallucinated someone I knew! It might not be related to anything strange about this place, more than any sort of marsh is a little strange.
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Nagito stiffens noticeably when Frieda reaches toward his prosthesis, but he does allow her to help dry it, even if he doesn't quite take his other hand off it either. It's not entirely clear he even realizes he's doing that.
Nagito's scars are many and varied. Bullet wounds, burn marks, various cuts... With his prosthetic and the silicone that covers the rest of his arm off, it's clear there are a few very long, angry-looking marks from some sort of blade not too far above where his arm ends. The end of the arm itself--perhaps six inches below his elbow--has been sewn up with near-supernatural surgical precision.] Of course, that may just mean I hallucinated someone I knew! It might not be related to anything strange about this place, more than any sort of marsh is a little strange.