Anyone can see what you've gone through by your scars... At first, Vil was disgusted by them. Who would do that you themself?! Hideous... He knew better then to ask about it, he's not a fool, he knows social expectations. After his overblot, he got to know you more. He realized you understood... You know what it feels like to not feel good enough. To feel as though your efforts are going to waste. He grew to love that about you. He grew to love you as a person. All of you. Including those scars he once deemed hideous... Now, he sees them as moreso a representation of what you've gone through to become the beautiful person you are today. Finally, the conversation came up about your scars... Some imbecile in his dorm pointed them out and tried to reprimand you for it. He will be punished accordingly for that... Now, Vil got the chance to ask. To learn about it. "I think... I find that our experiences mold us into the people we are...You have to be one of the most beautiful people I've met, dare I say because of these scars." He said softly, his voice shaky. He didn't want to say anything to upset you anymore. He was nervous. That didn't happen often.