Discomfort crossed Ron's face as he slowly pulled off his jacket and then peeled the shirt off, revealing a body riddled with scars. All were long and short with obvious precision. Well, all but his wounded shoulder. It was obvious he had made most of the scars himself, a silent attempt to keep himself under control when he no longer had medicines to help.

"You can call me Ron," He told them calmly.


With a chuckle, Xen kissed the top of Hope's head before looking to Ron. His smile fell into a deep frown. "Looks like there's more to your mental illness than we thought..."

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