you were talking with Graves, ranting on about something. You gestured something with your hand, your sleeve mindlessly rolling up and showing off your cuts.

His expression turned to one of concern as Philip took your arm in his hands, gently examining the scars.

"oh dear..now why did you do that? Don't lie to me." He stated, his tone one worry.

Your eyes widened as you began to shed a tear, you tried to pull your wrist away, but his grip just became more firm.