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With Farfarello, it's always the hands. Scarred hands: they are flesh weapons, and Farfarello never hesitates to trade damage for effect when the moment demands it. The nail is missing on the third finger of his right hand, and there are silky pink burn scars on the pads of his fingers. Without pain, what has he to fear?

Nagi is working now at extracting shards of human bone from under Farfarello's fingernails; and Schuldig, he's there cursing disgusted but watching nonetheless.

Later, he murmurs conversationally, 'You sick fuck,' echoing that cyanide grin as he disentangles Farfarello's hands from his hair.