[They what. They've done what to him?! Kars lifts a hand to touch his forehead; okay, horns still there, and he sneers to himself as it sinks in that he's got his hair and horns on display here for just anyone to see. But that can wait. Next he looks at his hand again, and concentrates—and, again, all that happens is a faint light emanating from his palm, which he then curls into a fist.]
—Impossible.
[This is . . . this is going to take a moment to sink in. You don't just wake up human. His mind can't wrap around the reality of this.]
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[They what. They've done what to him?! Kars lifts a hand to touch his forehead; okay, horns still there, and he sneers to himself as it sinks in that he's got his hair and horns on display here for just anyone to see. But that can wait. Next he looks at his hand again, and concentrates—and, again, all that happens is a faint light emanating from his palm, which he then curls into a fist.]
—Impossible.
[This is . . . this is going to take a moment to sink in. You don't just wake up human. His mind can't wrap around the reality of this.]