She doesn't need to finish that sentence to guess what she means. Whenever he looks at the scars, how deep the one on his chest looks, he thinks of how it must seem like he was tortured to death. Having a jagged scar run across his throat looks like he was executed.

But that wasn't the case. Even if it looks like it, he was never hurt like that. He looks away and falls silent for a while, face grim.

"Where do you think they came from? Were you there?"