you were stirring some in the bar floor with him, he was showing you each hand he wore and who was who. “Each pair of these hands originally belonged to an individual in my family, during the time my Quirk first manifested: the ones on my neck is my mother's; on my arms, my grandfather's; on my forearms, my grandmother's; on my wrists, my older sister's; and the ones on my chest and shoulders are from two unnamed street punks I killed. So yeah! That’s my family and two random guys…. And of corse the one on my face is my fathers! Cool right?” he was sitting there on the floor, swaying back and forth just talking about the dead ah did he wore.