Kurloz watched curiously as Rhys turned the pages, wondering what the man was looking for. He certainly spoke of some pretty interesting things that somehow seemed to resonate with Kurloz (which he knew on some level should be disturbing him), and he couldn't help but want to hear more.

When the book was turned back to him, the boy's eyes widened with awe and he stared at the woman's face, flicking down at what had once been her legs and back up to the expression twisting her features. Without realising it his fingers had moved to trace along the lines of the woodcut print reverently.