"I won't die." Saying it aloud somehow made it feel more real to him, as though him saying it would ensure its truth.

"But I don't know - would scars suit me?" Luka's tone is playful again, eager to talk about anything but his own potential demise.

It's hard for Luka to imagine himself with scars, and then to imagine someone finding those scars appealing. It felt more like a turn-off to him than anything, as his only scars were those that took his vision and he'd detest someone finding eroticism in that.