Ah.

[Qubit's comment, however unintentional his flattery may have been, only makes Carlisle fidget more. He adjusts the scarf around his face as though it would help hide his reaction, only to belatedly remember that in his undead state, there's nothing to hide. Still, he does his best to bury that emotion, to hide it just as he hides himself beneath his clothes.]

That your technology could produce such, er... lifelike depictions is still beyond me. Lifelike to the point of discomfort.

[Yes, that was him just an hour or so days ago, curled into a ball as he tried to keep himself together, utterly terrified his abilities would lash out at Qubit at any moment. One wrong move, and his friend would be dead... and then a moment longer, likely undead. He steels himself with a breath, wondering if stewing over how Qubit's remark made him feel was preferable to his renewed anxiety. Maybe he shouldn't have tried to stifle that feeling so quickly.]

Marvelous as this is, I think I'd prefer to be past this part, if you don't mind.