[ Yusuke sits there on the couch, with none of the panic one might expect from someone who's sliced their arm open. He does watch the wound, fascinated, as it begins to close on its own, flesh zipping back into place with no indication that anything was ever wrong, but the stream of crimson that's already escaped. He watches intently, making sure to catch every detail, to fully understand what is happening so that he can effectively replicate it later. ]
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This is spectacular.