Moonspear I make dark things beautiful, and beautiful things dark

Osiris nodded despite Hydra's inability to perceive it. "I didn't consider all of that," he drawled after a moment's contemplation, his brows furrowed and his expression troubled. "Could they... attack my back?" he ventured, figuring that that was the only visible part of him remaining. There were grave dangers in leaving such an essential part of his body exposed—this was a lesson that Osiris would have to learn quickly.