[He's quiet for a moment, looking at the pokemon instead of at Rey.]
...When I was sixteen, I nearly died. It was a long way from Edonia, in a jungle where I'd just watched everyone I gave half a fuck about die. I was on the ground with no weapons and nothing I could do to save myself, while some fucker I'd never met before went to town on my face with a knife.
[He's told a few people here how he got all the facial scarring; he sounds weirdly blunt about it. Clinical, but more in the sense that he's trying very hard to not let himself have feelings about it.]
Maybe I'm just fucked in the head, but I haven't let myself be afraid since that happened. Fear wouldn't have saved me then, and it's not going to save me now.
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...When I was sixteen, I nearly died. It was a long way from Edonia, in a jungle where I'd just watched everyone I gave half a fuck about die. I was on the ground with no weapons and nothing I could do to save myself, while some fucker I'd never met before went to town on my face with a knife.
[He's told a few people here how he got all the facial scarring; he sounds weirdly blunt about it. Clinical, but more in the sense that he's trying very hard to not let himself have feelings about it.]
Maybe I'm just fucked in the head, but I haven't let myself be afraid since that happened. Fear wouldn't have saved me then, and it's not going to save me now.