"Does it hurt?" Landon asked carefully. Looking at the huge scar that trailed the other prisoner's shoulder, down to their chest, to their stomach.
The scar was pale in colour and bumpy. Raised above the skin ever so slightly. The old man looked away and blinked fast.
"It did, year's ago when I first received it," the old man claimed.
"I can't believe someone could be so cruel," Landon uttered silently. That got the old man's attention. His attention snapping at Landon.
"That's funny," the old man spoke out. "You did this to me and you don't remember?" he asked.
Landon blinked in confusion. It seemed to be the season of blaming him for everything that had gone wrong in the world.
"I get it. I broke the world and brought about the Ellows and the night whisps. Can we take a breath on that, sheesh," he said irritated by the constant reminder of what he had done.
