"Far be it for me to be the voice of reason," started Wrath as he narrowed his eyes at me. "But I don't smell blood."
"What?" demanded Greed as his head swung back and forth between me and his brother. Deciding to roll over, I got comfortable on my back between Sloth and Envy. Ever so slowly, I lifted up the black shirt that I was currently wearing and looked down at my stomach.
Just like before, the wounds continued to bleed. Even when I swiped my finger through the blood, it acted as it should have. My finger took on a reddish hue, and the blood on my stomach was smudged.
"It's blood," I blinked even as Sloth grabbed my finger and stuck it in his mouth. He sucked on it a few times, causing me to squirm for a completely different reason before giving it back to me.
"I don't taste blood," he admitted, his eyes narrowing on my stomach. "So what looks like something but doesn't smell like it or taste like it?"
