[In his memories, his oversized aviator jacket had been shredded and his arms - badly stitched up, swollen, angry red - were out for everyone to see. Here, he can hide them under bulky jackets still. Its' not so much that he cares - what demigod won't get battlescars at some point? He just doesn't wear anything that would put them on display.]
Yes. I put a knife through his heart. He was going to kill me if I didn't. And, I needed his shadow to escape.