[He rubs the back of his neck, the last traces of humour draining from his expression altogether. Yeah, he deserved that.]
It's not an illness, it's an old injury. I got it five years ago. [And since they seem to be trading nightmare fuel, he lifts his shirt to reveal the scar, spiderlike across his abdomen.]
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It's not an illness, it's an old injury. I got it five years ago. [And since they seem to be trading nightmare fuel, he lifts his shirt to reveal the scar, spiderlike across his abdomen.]