[ Firo stares at Seto's wings before peering back at his own. He hasn't had enough time to adjust to him or other people having wings. It's all very strange, and he feels self-conscious, and a little pained, by his wings. ]

So there's no way I can get these off and survive..?

[ Perhaps his immortality can save him, but he doesn't ask about that yet. He's too busy being concerned about what thing in Luceti could rip somebody's wing off. ]

Did somebody do that to you?