[He's at a loss for a moment, and puts one hand to his scars distractedly, fingertips tracing the ridges of deformed skin. They feel a little rougher than they used to, a little less sensitive, and he supposes it's a result of being without a mask for...

Four months, now. More than that.]

Si. It is...not as bad, now, as it was when the doctor first took my face. Perhaps in the future I will not care at all.

[It's true. He doesn't feel the need to wear a mask for everyone else's benefit, any more. What itches at him nowadays is the need to wear one for himself.]