[ He leans back against the bench with a sigh, taking a moment to let Helix's words sink in and for his own to float to the surface. It's a tricky thing to talk about, he can't exactly deny that his life got so much more dangerous the moment he banded together with the blue brat.
Still... it's not quite so black and white and after a beat he leans forward to tug one leg of his jeans up over the knee. It's a little tricky with just one hand, but he manages. ]
See this scar here? It don't show up so well anymore, you kinda gotta know it's there... [ He brushes a finger over the jagged edges that once were a horribly scuffed knee. ] When I was... seven or eight, my parents got me my first bicycle. It took forever before I got th' hang of it... I was a mess of bruises that summer. [ Chuckling softly at the memory. ] This was real bad.... bled like a pig on Crimson Eve an' I nearly gave up cause it was just too hard.
But then... it kinda got easier an' before I knew it, it wasn't hard at all.