"Actually, I want to talk to you about
this," Tag said, pointing to the scar on his bare chest. He didn't intend to sound whiny - he knew there were injuries to be had in war, and as upset as he was that he had this one, there were skin products to take care of it cosmetically - and at least it wasn't on his face that needs to be camera-ready. What he was upset about was
how it happened. "Wanna take a guess how I got this little scar? It wasn't a Senshi. It wasn't a Knight. No. Painite."
"She's all pissy cause I broke up with her, and I mean," he paused, gesturing to the rest of his physique. "Come on, can you blame her? She's missing out. But this is a little ******** ridiculous. The b***h was going to kill me.
Me."