Costigan's expression actually got a laugh from Bakura, the pain caused by the action worth it for a moment of amusement at the appalled reaction. In his day they used to beat each other up with dark magical soul monsters, but it was never decent.

"Claws, not teeth," he answered. He finished wrapping the bandages, the ends tucked secure without any fasteners or pins and he pulled the shirt down again to cover them; they'd been done so that the clothing covered them entirely, disguising the injury unless one knew it was there.

"As for healing... that kedan woman seemed insistent I stay and let her finish mending me. After I got here and heard about manufactured bodies, I suspected there was more to it than that. This isn't an exact copy of the form I was using when I was brought here... but neither is it a copy of what is my real body."

Putting the medical supplies back in the drawers and tossing the used bandages into the trash, Bakura held his arm out for the undercover to see. Along the inside of his forearm were two small, dark blue lines, the pigment beneath the skin not unlike a prison ink tattoo. "I added these a few weeks after arriving here. If we're getting new bodies, why include these on the replacements? I can't speak to before now, but it appears they've gone to more of a recycling method."