During the battle, between you and your friends; against him—he had accidentally scarred you in the act. Which he ended up taking care of when it was finally finished.

He was attempting to carefully stitch your wound up while also trying to keep you from moving, so your scar wouldn’t open up.

“Damn it… Stop squirming so much, it might open up.”

He whispered; yet his voice was still as stern and commanding as ever. And as you continued to writhe, he pinned you down, gently.

“I told you”