"No, they healed a long time ago," Rat says, doing his best to seem indifferent. The truth is that he hard those scars, hates the way they pucker on his skin and remind him of the ways he's weak. The day his whole world died is inscribed in his skin in ways he'll never remove.

"I have the scars. I'll have them the rest of my life." Grey's already seen the worst of him, what difference does it make? Rat pulls his shirt off, exposing the keloids that mar his skin.