"Very close," he says, barely doing more than exhaling the words. He thinks his hair had been a little more colourful because it hadn't been dead, but for the most part, he feels like he's looking at himself before. He covers up one of the black cuts on his wrist with his palm, hides the wound in his stomach from his rabid attack.

And just like that, he looks human. "This is incredible," he praises.