"They can't be that bad," he said, but his opinion was maybe a little biased, all things considered. And really, he never would have guessed that the man with a metal arm had scars from limb replacement.

Taking a deep breath, he gestured to his arm. "I've got track marks," he said quietly. "Broken glass," he continued, gesturing to his chest, "Been shot," gesturing to his shoulder, "And been burned," he concluded, gesturing over his shoulder at his back. "It's...it's a lot." And he felt a little more comfortable talking about them than he did showing them off.