[He does tense a little, ready to defend his former position... but then it does seem that she understands. It wasn't unpleasant at the time and even now he would have to think about it if the offer to go back to that mindless bliss was put in front of him.

As for the scars... he notes them, when she rubs her hand over them, but their meaning doesn't slot into place. Raphael is not familiar with vampires.]

I'm not sure what happened. Even now, I'm not sure. Maybe... in the end we were just... unexpectedly flawed.

[He has thought about it a great deal, though by now is sure that knowing the answer to the question would not bring him any kind of peace. Maybe it was a flaw, or an intention in the design, or maybe something that just happened by random chance. The point was that it happened, and so did everything that came after.]

I was one of the first, I think... I took to it better than some others. When you first begin to think for yourself, to ask questions when you shouldn't... it's frightening.