"It's still there," he reminds him. "Alongside all the other horrible shit that happened to you."
He drops his hand to put his shirt and hoodie back on. As much as he doesn't mind the scars, now that he knows what their purpose is, he's less inclined to show them.
"But no. I'm writing your speech for you so you don't go rogue."
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Date: 2022-10-10 10:32 am (UTC)He drops his hand to put his shirt and hoodie back on. As much as he doesn't mind the scars, now that he knows what their purpose is, he's less inclined to show them.
"But no. I'm writing your speech for you so you don't go rogue."