[ He flinches when she touches him, but he doesn't pull away. He's just numb, where the scars are. Can't feel anything there at all. ]
Mine. [ He sighs, his eyes closed. ] But for what it's worth, I think I gave 'em hell, too.
[ The shirt reeks of blood, and is starting to stick to his chest when he moves. He's going to have to see his scars eventually, right? He lifts the shirt up, pulling it over his head and crumpling it into a ball in his hand. He has claw scars above his hips on both sides where the creature grabbed him, and a bigger scar on his chest where it pierced his heart. He's seen the edges of those scars but can't bring himself to look at the full extent of the damage just yet, so he keeps his eyes closed. ] Does it look bad?
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Mine. [ He sighs, his eyes closed. ] But for what it's worth, I think I gave 'em hell, too.
[ The shirt reeks of blood, and is starting to stick to his chest when he moves. He's going to have to see his scars eventually, right? He lifts the shirt up, pulling it over his head and crumpling it into a ball in his hand. He has claw scars above his hips on both sides where the creature grabbed him, and a bigger scar on his chest where it pierced his heart. He's seen the edges of those scars but can't bring himself to look at the full extent of the damage just yet, so he keeps his eyes closed. ] Does it look bad?