"It will do more than that…" Melody spoke up, her tone serious yet carrying a gentleness that was unusual for her. She appeared to have recovered somewhat—highlighting her noble poise.
"It will probably remove your scarring for good," she added solemnly.
At her words, Rudy's eyes lit up—yet there was still a hint of hesitation.
Michael nodded, raising the phial. "So go on, take it and see the effects for yourself. Half of these belong to you anyway, remember?"
"R-right, because I won the bet…" he acknowledged, his tension easing slightly. He reached out and grabbed the phial, taking a closer look at it before removing the stopper.
Bringing it to his nose, he sniffed the sanguine contents before pulling a face. "It smells metallic, almost like blood."
"Well it's not surprising since it uses Tr—"
Michael's hand flew up and covered Melody's mouth in one fluid motion, cutting her off at the most crucial point.
"What does it use?" Rudy asked, his eyes narrowing.
