this poor boy, he wore his heart out on his sleeve

He could see the toll that the events of the week had taken on himself, the cracked mirror in his tent beaming back an appearance of dark circles under his eyes and a growing buzzcut that Torch wasn’t sure he had the strength to keep shaving. It reminded him too much of Clancy.Another mysterious bruise littered Torch’s skin. Dark purple and tender, a reminder of something that he couldn’t quite recall. It stretched across his shoulder, definitely too big of a mark for him to have gained without his knowledge.or: legend has it that when two joined souls meet for the first time, they begin to experience each other's pain. Torch learns this after Clancy is recaptured and taken back to Dema