Noct clicks his tongue at his brother, but otherwise ignores him. "Seraphim, the reason I took that substance earlier was to counteract and eliminate the power of that burst of energy. The fire was merely a symptom of my power reacting with hostility, not actual damage."
Pulling the sleeve of his shirt back a bit, he exposes some of his forearm. It was in in stark contrast to his unmarred face or hands, but it seemed that many scars littered what little flesh he had chose to expose. When he gently ran a nail across the scarred skin, you could see a latticework of hundreds upon hundreds of small black lines appearing and running up his arm, just barely within his skin. Holding the limb in his hand and against his chest, he spoke up once more.
"In order to wield my powers without overloading or killing myself, I converted most, if not all of my nerves into simple 'circuits' and 'fuses' for my abilities to use. Whenever you see such a reaction against such powers, it is these circuitry and fuses taking the damage instead of my spine or brain. If it weren't for these, too large of a release would turn my skull into shrapnel, or turn me into a bloody, wanderer-themed fountain. Even a large burst of my power is prone to detonating some of my own nerves..."
He shrugs, turning his eyes to the fight between the angelic beings, giving Solaris a gentle cuff over the back of the head. "It mightn't be wise to engage that fallen. We're heavily wounded as it is, and our interference may cause an unwanted result. No doubt he has exhausted a large amount of energy creating a portal within Helsing's wards. We simply need to wait, and engage only if truly necessary."
"But there's one thing that's been bugging me, Seraphim." He says, a bit of worry in his voice. "I've seen a lot of pharmaceuticals in The City of Sins before. Though many outclass that liquid's ability to heal, it potency is rather worrying for this period of time. Just... What the hell is it?"
Edited by morrjo on 9/6/2013 9:06 AM PDT