[Albert's hand goes surreptitiously to where he knows the scar once his pajama shirt is on. He'd almost forgotten about it, to be honest. It doesn't pain him anymore, and he doesn't much look in the mirror here, aside from to make sure his hair doesn't look like a birds nest after rolling out of bed.]
--Oh. Um. Yeah.
[Even as the words come out of his mouth, the guilt hits him full in the stomach. Albert has always been compulsively honest-- he hates lying, and he's not good at it besides. If Franz had asked "Who did that?" instead, Albert would've had to tell the truth simply for lack of being able to come up with an alternative fast enough. But the simple yes/no question gave him a ready-made out, and he took it. After all, there's no way Franz can know that the pirates were here only last week. If he did, he'd know there's no way the wound could have aged to this point yet.
It makes him feel awful, though. He can't remember the last time he lied point-blank to Franz. But he isn't at all ready to have the "Oh yeah, my father shot my mother and then me with the intent to kill us both," conversation yet-- with anybody, but least of all with Franz. Least of all now. It's too dark, too depressing. So he lies.]
Don't worry, it's just a scratch. Not deep at all.
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--Oh. Um. Yeah.
[Even as the words come out of his mouth, the guilt hits him full in the stomach. Albert has always been compulsively honest-- he hates lying, and he's not good at it besides. If Franz had asked "Who did that?" instead, Albert would've had to tell the truth simply for lack of being able to come up with an alternative fast enough. But the simple yes/no question gave him a ready-made out, and he took it. After all, there's no way Franz can know that the pirates were here only last week. If he did, he'd know there's no way the wound could have aged to this point yet.
It makes him feel awful, though. He can't remember the last time he lied point-blank to Franz. But he isn't at all ready to have the "Oh yeah, my father shot my mother and then me with the intent to kill us both," conversation yet-- with anybody, but least of all with Franz. Least of all now. It's too dark, too depressing. So he lies.]
Don't worry, it's just a scratch. Not deep at all.