Peter smiled lightly. "I heal, Mag. My body regenerates quickly, and I can heal from any wound. Fast enough that scars don't have a chance to form." He looked back at her. "In my world, people like me, people with abilities, were hunted. Imprisoned. Restricted. And with all my power, they were still able to hurt me, enough for the evidence to stay forever." He rubbed his thumb over the scarred area on his forehead, seemingly without noticing. "It scared others. Badly, sometimes. And at the same time, it was a mark of something that I had survived. I had overcome." Except for the lingering nightmares, but that was beside the point.
He squeezed her hand gently. "I know I'm not the only one with scars. But sometimes I feel like I'm made of them."
He nodded toward the miniature. "Small things like this are easy for me, but a full-scale one would be too much for me alone. I can do it, over time, but if Edward can help, I think we can manage it much faster."
He was still impressed with how easily the boy had repaired the hospital around him the night of the earthquake. Hopefully this would appeal to the young Alchemist.