" ...And this one's from when I was really bad at unarmed combat. And this one's from the first time I got to use a knife... And this one's from when I got like, my whole leg messed up," he said, legs stretched out in front of him, pointing to different scars on them as he explained their origins.

" Wow... You know, Dad never lets me do anything like that... It sounds fun..."

" Yeah, as long as you're good at it."

The door to her room opened.

" Kirie. William. Dinner's ready," her father announced, gruff. William felt his eyes linger on the scars.

They both stood, and went down to the table.