[A little hesitantly, Diarmuid took off what was left of his shirt so Neah could bandage the wound in his side. The hesitation came from the collection of scars that action revealed--a pair on his chest and midsection that matched ones on his back as though he'd been impaled twice. The smaller ones, the cuts and scratches from endless nights fighting in the Dark Hour...he was less concerned about those.]
no subject
[A little hesitantly, Diarmuid took off what was left of his shirt so Neah could bandage the wound in his side. The hesitation came from the collection of scars that action revealed--a pair on his chest and midsection that matched ones on his back as though he'd been impaled twice. The smaller ones, the cuts and scratches from endless nights fighting in the Dark Hour...he was less concerned about those.]
That was...my brother.