Peter licked his lips, looking at Nathan. He knew that Nathan would probably be disappointed in him. Maybe that was why he'd never told his Nathan the story behind his scar.
"I killed so many people, Nathan, when I exploded." he whispered. "Men, women, children. There were survivors who were injured, who were maimed, and I walked away from it without a single scratch. Nothing. I was perfectly healthy, I was whole, I was all in one piece. I. . .I stopped myself from healing after I made the cut. I wanted it. I wanted to remember the pain and destruction I'd caused."
He left it at that, not wanting to admit that he had to occasionally make the cut again, scarring him again because the area would heal itself.
He frowned deeply, shaking his head. "I was so afraid when I heard. I didn't want to lose you again, Nathan."