#emet.

[deaths-blooming-lament]

❝Oh, this?❞ Ophiuchus paused, running his fingers against the light scar on the side of his arm, as though something had gotten its claws in it, ❝I got it as a child.❞

Emet's brows raised up softly upon this explanation and then his eyes focused on the scar, "...So it seems your clumsy nature has carried on to adulthood then I assume".