York can feel Ratchet's gaze on him, on the scar that peeks out from under his bandages. He's been more self conscious about it here, with the Cetagandans constantly commenting on it and trying to hide it for him. There's nowhere to hide right now, though, not this close.
"It's not much of a story... it was a training accident. Kind of." His mouth twists disapprovingly. "See, we had a new team member. Tex. She was the ultimate badass, they set us on her three on one and she was still wiping the floor with us. It was me, Wyoming, and Maine... and they switched to live ammunition on the training floor. Against regs, and they could have killed her. I tried to stop it but she didn't want the help, even after getting shot..."
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York can feel Ratchet's gaze on him, on the scar that peeks out from under his bandages. He's been more self conscious about it here, with the Cetagandans constantly commenting on it and trying to hide it for him. There's nowhere to hide right now, though, not this close.
"It's not much of a story... it was a training accident. Kind of." His mouth twists disapprovingly. "See, we had a new team member. Tex. She was the ultimate badass, they set us on her three on one and she was still wiping the floor with us. It was me, Wyoming, and Maine... and they switched to live ammunition on the training floor. Against regs, and they could have killed her. I tried to stop it but she didn't want the help, even after getting shot..."