I love all of you

And there are the other scars littering his body, of course. Injuries from fights against death, and injuries from times he didn't fight against things almost worse. The stab wound on his torso. The lines from beatings crisscrossing his back. Entry wounds and exit wounds from bullets and others.

But, for some reason, it's the ones on his wrist that occupy his attention today. Maybe it's because they're some of the most visible, since his face was always—always—left unmarked by anything that could last. But whatever the reason, Ash turns his hand back and forth, catching the harsh LEDs against the imperfections in his skin.

I only ever loved you like a child, he thinks, closing his eyes and imagining people he'll never see again. And in return, you loved me like an adult.

Ash contemplates his scars. Eiji helps.