Kaden pulled a face; he couldn’t help it. Admit there was anything dumb about himself, outloud? Maybe in a moment of weakness, to Marcie or maybe Qebhet, but it’d take more than being asked, it’d take all his insecurities and every doubt and fear all ganging up on him at once, which they weren’t going to do, not here. “No one at school’s ripping me apart,” he said, and gave Ash a bit of a smirk. “They’d have to fucking catch me to try, and no one’s that fast, so,” he finished the brag off with half a shrug. If it even counted as a brag - Kaden was pretty sure he was the fastest person at school. Not that he’d proved it by signing up for track or anything, he didn’t need that kind of attention. But like, he’d been chased before, never successfully.
Well, not in the context of school, anyway. Best not to think about being ripped apart in other contexts. Sometimes his scars still itched.