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[dealing_death]

Sometimes I wish I could scar.

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[gammabruce]

Why? [...asks the curious scientist who can't get injured without going into a rage. He's curious because of reasons.]

[dealing_death]

Shouldn't a person look like they lived?

[gammabruce]

Of course they should. But, if you want to show signs of aging, why not wish for wrinkles?

[deadliestviper]

Believe me, you aren't missing anything.

[dealing_death]

[She gave a faint smile.] I never said I wanted to look old.

[gammabruce]

Signs of living could be interpreted that way. [Who doesn't understand women? This guy, right here.] Scars just show a lot of fighting. Pain. Why would you want that?

[dealing_death]

Truth be told, if I could scar... well....be frightening to look at.

[dealing_death]

Some fights are worth carrying a scar over. Are worth remembering the pain.

[deadliestviper]

Then why wish for it? You look pretty good now, count your blessings.

[dealing_death]

There are some things I'd like to not forget. Living as long as I have that becomes a matter of not if but when.

[deadliestviper]

What kinds of things?

[gammabruce]

...Okay you have me there. I agree. By contrast, not all fights are worth remembering. You can't pick and choose.

[dealing_death]

Things that changed me I suppose.

[dealing_death]

Not worth remembering because you lost or lost someone?

[deadliestviper]

That kind isn't easily forgotten.

[dealing_death]

Not easily, no.

[deadliestviper]

Do you remember anything from before this?

[dealing_death]

Far too much, I'm afraid. I've lived a very long time.

[deadliestviper]

Sounds like you're not in any danger of forgetting anytime soon then.

[dealing_death]

I hope not.

[psych2psych]

You can't?

[mooimacow]

Why can't you?

[deadliestviper]

Okay, check this out. [She rolls up the sleeves of her jacket to reveal a network of pale scars across her arms, and points to one on the back of her knuckles.] This one is from punching through a wooden board. This one on my wrist is from falling in a fight. There's one on my shoulder from a morning star, and this dark one's from a knife-fight I almost didn't win.

The rest of them, I couldn't tell you a goddamn thing. Hell of a story they tell, huh?

[dealing_death]

Call me crazy but there is something about them that somehow makes you more beautiful and interesting. You fought. You won. You're still here.

[dealing_death]

No. I cannot.