[Darin unties and unravels the bandage quickly and carefully— the dexterous hands of a craftsman making short work of exposing the wound. Darin may never really need to perform first aid on himself, but that doesn't mean he's unable to dress a wound. He'd often helped his adopted father with any injuries he might have sustained and he'd spent enough time with the Arclight Knights along with his mentor to know how to properly treat a wound.]

I didn't know your father was dead...I'm sorry. That...must have been a nightmare.

[There's a pause as Darin inspects the wound and starts to pull out some supplies; antiseptic, gauze, bandages...a box of band-aids featuring a colorful, animated yellow sponge falls out of the bag and he quickly shoves it back in.]

...Mine took the form of my brother. The first night he was...about seven years old. The age when I lost him. The next...

[He pauses as if he's searching for the words to continue. In truth, he has the words...but the connotations would lead to more questions.]

...The next night, he turned into a monstrosity. He was more than just a danger to me.