[It's hard for him to feel like anything he does anymore is anything other than a mistake. But he's so tired, he's so exhausted. It's only been a week, and he feels like he can barely do this anymore. Ion rolls up both of his sleeves. He undoes the bandage from before, that Hikage had inspected. On the other arm, he undoes a bandage that cover his forearm. Underneath it are two more scars. One is easily recognized as the one he was given the previous trial. The one beside it resembles a similar injury that someone else was given that very same day. With his sleeves rolled up, it's also clear that the scars on the right side of his face cover a much larger surface area.]
I did all of this to myself. Even the scars I claimed were from the wishing well.
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[It's hard for him to feel like anything he does anymore is anything other than a mistake. But he's so tired, he's so exhausted. It's only been a week, and he feels like he can barely do this anymore. Ion rolls up both of his sleeves. He undoes the bandage from before, that Hikage had inspected. On the other arm, he undoes a bandage that cover his forearm. Underneath it are two more scars. One is easily recognized as the one he was given the previous trial. The one beside it resembles a similar injury that someone else was given that very same day. With his sleeves rolled up, it's also clear that the scars on the right side of his face cover a much larger surface area.]
I did all of this to myself. Even the scars I claimed were from the wishing well.