"Oh, it's a fucking trauma flood, isn't it?" he grumbles, though his mood doesn't quite cover the sound of dawning realisation in his voice. "Look, this--"

He actively traces the scalpel lines now, tilting his face so he can see the full extent of it in the mirror.

"It's the lines I-- when we were in the Domains, these are the lines It followed to skin someone. I... think it's supposed to be about Danny."

He'd gotten his bicep band tattoos restored on the last port, so the line cuts straight through them. Something about that's probably supposed to be poetic.