Kyle's eyes widened again, then he quickly sat up and faced Benson.
"How's that possible? How do you even have results from those substances? No one has gotten that—"
"I have," Benson replied calmly with a smile. He raised part of his pants leg, revealing burns and bite marks around his calf and ankle.
Kyle's jaw dropped, his eyes and mouth refusing to close. "W… why?" he stuttered.
Benson simply shrugged. "That was a long time ago, so relax."
"Relax?! You can't go close to those things and still be alive."
"Well, I—"
"Wait, are you even alive?" Kyle muttered slowly. He raised his hands, stretched one finger out, and poked itr into Benson's shoulder, while balling his other fist just in case.
Benson was totally unaffected. He laughed and smacked Kyle's fingers away, "I did, but going there has its side effects."
Kyle didn't say anything, he just lowered his gaze and sighed.
