Desmond who had just started to put on the robe that Mei gave him stopped when he heard her murmur, he looked at himself and remembered the scars he used to have.
Becoming strong was not easy, one had to overcome all kinds of tests, training, and battles to become stronger, the pure battles for resources were bloody enough to dye the sky red; so one could imagine the number of scars that accumulated along the way.
As for the reason Desmond had no scars? Well, it was something that had happened in Erack's world, when he and Sasha ate a very special type of fruit that was used for cosmetic purposes.
Recalling such an event, Desmond looked back at Mei, as beautiful as she was, Mei was not without such marks, it was subtle, but Desmond could see a slight scar on her cheek, another pair of scars on her hands, and even one on her ankle; all of them were faint as they seemed to have healed well, but one could imagine that for a woman such marks were still a sore spot.
