He has endured pain before and this pain at least has an end. The word only has so many letters. He remains silent, bracing himself against the pain, feeling the blood on his arm.

Caleb rolled up his own sleeve, exposing his scars. Suzaku's face showed nothing, remaining stoic even as he wondered about them. It would be beyond rude.

"What would you like me to write?"

He could find a space, hopefully without aggravating new wounds.