[ Really, Yzak, you did this to yourself by mentioning it.

...

Thankfully, he's grown enough where talking about this isn't as much of an issue. Even if the memories of who, how he was back then are shameful. Ugly.

So as Marta works and Yzak winces slightly against those cotton swabs when they touch, stinging at his wounds, he speaks. ]

I've mentioned it before - I'm a Major. I didn't fight through two wars completely unharmed.

It's gone, though; I had it removed, another scar. Which was almost in the same place as this fucking one, now.