He can't quite relate... many of them were reminders of his failures. Never quite a betrayal... then again, Alastor had never let anyone close enough that they could betray him. Not until recently.
After a thought, he shrugged. "Many on my arms are from the desperate clawing of those trying to cling to life. Never quite required a suture for those - I would sever any arms with claws sharp enough to leave me something more serious. This one," he paused to point to a slash on his hip, "came from hunting down one of the voices for my Radio Show. She was quite displeased to be cornered. Her fishy meat was very delicious, though, and made for a fine blackened dish."
There were so many more - should he keep going?
"The scar near that mat-- dear old Vox hadn't told me about his new doll friend, she'd gotten quite sneaky when I thought I'd dealt with him and his whorish partner and gotten in a good stab. Good aim on that girl," he chuckled, praising his enemy. He wasn't even mad that they'd been so treacherous, just mad that he'd had to flee without finishing all three of them off to regenerate.
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After a thought, he shrugged. "Many on my arms are from the desperate clawing of those trying to cling to life. Never quite required a suture for those - I would sever any arms with claws sharp enough to leave me something more serious. This one," he paused to point to a slash on his hip, "came from hunting down one of the voices for my Radio Show. She was quite displeased to be cornered. Her fishy meat was very delicious, though, and made for a fine blackened dish."
There were so many more - should he keep going?
"The scar near that mat-- dear old Vox hadn't told me about his new doll friend, she'd gotten quite sneaky when I thought I'd dealt with him and his whorish partner and gotten in a good stab. Good aim on that girl," he chuckled, praising his enemy. He wasn't even mad that they'd been so treacherous, just mad that he'd had to flee without finishing all three of them off to regenerate.