The slow ooze of the deceased bleeding isn’t something Raphael LIKES by any means, but it’s familiar, there is some sort of appreciation to the slowed rate at which corpses “bleed” because he can take his time repairing any open wounds without feeling as though he’s against the clock. He can dedicate as much focus into making as discreet of reconstruction as possible!

Blood on the living is a lot more terrifying, it rushes and waits for no one. Often getting sent back in time to where all he could smell was iron and all he could hear was gasping and screaming. Feeling useless because he can’t fix it-! Of course, maybe he could for less amounts- a different case, not every time someone bleeds does it mean they’re going to… but he’s very haunted by the way his mother passed.. blood is something that still makes him want to curl up if he can’t stop it, fix it- control it.