"Yes, Dennis." He nearly flinched at the way his brother sounded. He just looked down at the ground instead. His eyes closed briefly and he counted down from ten again. It was going to be fine. It had to be fine. Dennis wouldn't be upset with him for it. Dennis wasn't upset...with him. At least he hoped so.
"Everyone over seventeen has one." He peered up at Dennis quietly, a blush working over his cheeks and down his neck. He'd never had to deal with this sort of reaction and so it was harder to be prepared for it. He didn't know what to do. He reached back, fingers tracing over the three-pronged scar again as he tried to calm himself. It was a lie...in a manner of speaking. His parents didn't have one but they stayed in the Wilds. They didn't come to the cities.
The reaction from Dennis hadn't been exactly what he'd expected...but it was probably normal for someone else, for somewhere else. "We all have them."