Reese was in his own little world. Cutting again and again. It would heal too damn fast. Then he got darkly lucky. He cut something that was bleeding longer than the rest. He hears a voice. And at first it merely echoes all around him. Surreal to the pool of blood forming around his numb arm having gone numb from how many times he had cut it. Let it bleed out before it went numb. He was healed and had just cut into his arm deeply when he heard her voice. The knife poofed but he was bleeding onto the ground. His left arm going numb. He hears her again. "Essense?" he calls out in confused hope.