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“Boy, you should’ve seen me the first time I had the moss from the Field of Tentacles… no, it don’t bother me anymore. When you train your body up like I have, nothin’ bothers you anymore! Not to mention, I don’t got much feeling in my skin after that grease fire…”

Nan’ll tell anyone: you can walk off any injury with enough toughening up. Through mundane and magical poisonings, getting into the grit of moving the rusty circus equipment (lotsa skinny people in this crowd), and working in the kitchen conditions of her home world, Nan has gone through countless injuries and ailments. She knows how to keep at it.

having experienced enough physical trauma for several people, Mako's body and nerves have stopped giving a shit to pain responses, and instead, focus on the situation at hand to ensure that they are kept alive

His body becomes hard like candy and his mind ignoring the stress that follow

Moe’s ongoing mutation has altered his brain chemistry. He now has the ability to completely disregard physical and mental strain, but his mental state and self control have deteriorated further…

At one time, Amaryllis's arms were normal, unscarred, and white as a dove. She would wrestle with her brothers, surrounded by soft and fluffy couches, plug protected outlets, and edge protected tables. They were safe, mostly, until one gave another a shallow scratch with their fingernail. From even a single scrape, the children would ruin rugs and throw pillows as the Fleischer Family Curse took its toll, forcing them to make a sizable plasma donation to the house. They all knew the risks, of course, they had the band-aids and medical bandages on hand to stop the bleeding. They continued their roughhousing beyond earshot of their parents...

Amaryllis's mother, Dahlia, knew the truth of their family's curse. She understood that time was running short as Sorin had already passed away years before. She and her husband studied the occult, making a fortune by reading futures, holding seances, and investigating hauntings. The greatest ritual they ever developed was one to break their curse. She knew Amaryllis, the first-born, would need to be saved first, as soon as possible, before she followed Death to meet her husband.

Something was not right, Amaryllis had passed out early in the bloodletting phase of the ritual. She struggled against her bindings and exasperated the new cuts on her wrists. The long gashes and otherworldly lettering on her arms wept until they went blue. Dahlia completed the runes and smeared a circle in blood around her daughter before realizing that the ritual was faulty. She then realized that her baby girl was on Death's door. She rushed Amaryllis to the hospital in heavy bandages, but her body would refuse to close her wounds. Dahlia would die a year later, consumed by the knowledge that the ritual failed.

She was wrong.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.