"Ah. Greetings Cateline Warwick. Nemo is enthused to meet you." That wasn't exactly the right wording, given as she had the same stoic expression on her face. "However, Nemo is also saddened that Nemo has to kill you. Nemo thinks you're nice enough." Without hesitation, Nemo lunged forward with knife in hand to stab the other girl. In response, Damien leapt forward to meet her, catching her throat in his jaws and lifting her off the ground. With a mighty heave, he tossed Nemo to the floor, trails of fresh blood skidding below.

Dead. A blow like that should have killed someone instantly. And yet....Damien only chuckled. "Oh yes, you smell familiar...like the elder days! Like them! But I also smell...tainted by humans...you're a mishap object, aren't you little girl?"

Nemo propped herself up, a wide gash seen across her neck. She didn't flinch, nor did she cry out in pain. She only brought her hand to the bleeding area and stared at the red liquid on her hand. "Oh....Nemo must repair herself." The flesh instantly grew back together, threading and mending itself until the wound was sealed shut. 

It was the very same regeneration exuded by Damien.