"It is," he confirms with a sheepish looking, small smile. It's strange to think about. Stranger still when compared to how he spends some of his evenings, how he's been trained to kill so perfectly, so efficiently, that he's like a machine himself. The opposite of a nanite. Separate and deadly.

It's nice to experience the change, but at the same time... he wonders if he could ever do that for a long time, for a living, as a calling.

No. He knows what he is. And it's not a healer.

"Not bad for a newbie. Hopefully there won't be opportunity to do it again, though."