The Shroud of Sacrifice was something fused to his very face and identity, representing one of the four core concepts that made up a being, Memory.
That said, he couldn't simply dismiss it like an ordinary artifact. The only way the damned parasite would disappear was through his face, sinking into his flawless skin.
The thought of doing that in front of Willow, for some unknown reason, made him immensely uncomfortable.
"Just something my…father gave me. You can think of it as inheritance."
Technically, Sacrifice was the husband of Bloom. And Bloom, by chance, happened to be his Elemental Parent.
Willow, still slightly dazed at basically being seen naked, nodded, head bobbing up and down.
"I see…is he the same man you had a 'disagreement' with?"
She remembers that? Well…I suppose it makes sense.
