He does his best not to doubletake too obviously at the scars. People got hurt and he understood that. But these scars held a promise. This will be him someday. That someday might be soon. His stomach turns.

He sits in silence with that question. It's not a hard choice. The hard part comes with vocalizing and acknowledging that he's about to carve a man up.

"I'll have steadier hands if I do yours first. We can make it hurt as little as possible." And maybe, if he feels even more like he deserves it, being carved into himself will be more bearable.

He tries to keep that steadiness as he reaches for the knife. He gets up and circles around. "Are you ready?"