Terzo is moving his fingers about a burning candle, his skin touching the flame. He doesnt' flinch... but stares at it with an empty gaze. A single tear, golden one, is rolling down his cheek. Your sister of sin's friend is staring at him with a confused frown. "So... you found him in the mud in the garden...?" She asks and raises an eyebrow as the Papa "plays" with the candles, realising he feels no pain.