Jean hadnâ€™t realized his lips had moved out of sync with his words. He was mute without his minds voice. Without that projection that he used as a voice there was silence. His head hurt and he tried saying something but all that came from his lips when they moved was silence. He shook his head to focus as he realized she was changing bandages. He wondered why he was healing so inhumanly fast. He wondered why he was craving blood. He pushed this craving aside. His stomach growled and he shook his head. Was he dead? Was that why he was only very mildly warm? If that really. He was cool to the touch. He looked at himself. Whow was he aside from Jean? He looked at her.<span style="font-style: italic">Is it a good mystery? There is so much I donâ€™t know about me and some of it I am sure is very important.</span>He mouthed the words while his mind projected them. His voice cutting in and out as his head was hurting too much to focus at the moment. He looked at her.<span style="font-style: italic">Food? I am starving.</span>