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[needsabreak]

[Leon looks at his hand a moment before grimacing.] Shit... That must've been insane.

[He glances up, realizing that might sound kind of insensitive.

He tugs at the collar of his shirt until he can pull it down enough to show Thomas his left shoulder, just under his collarbone, likely inches from his heart. It's a scar Thomas will likely recognize with ease. He'd taken a bullet there and the wound hadn't been properly seen to for a few days, so it'd healed messily.]

When you get hit it's like... It's like it takes a minute for everything to catch up. It's like the last thing your brain can comprehend is that you've been shot. I can only imagine that disconnect is that much more when you suddenly don't have a finger or something.

[notfoul]

It was.

[Thomas says, watching as Leon shows him the scar on his chest. He looks shocked for a moment before he finds the words to say.]

That was close to killing you. I saw similar wounds on the front line, but sadly, not all of the men survived them.

As for myself, I was in shock for a while. I think I was lucky enough to not lose a finger, but even now, I still get pains in my hand. I also don't really show off the scar either - hence the glove. Over time, I have found it easier to talk about - in this city, not at home.

[needsabreak]

[Leon's gaze turns less focused as he looks to the side, at nothing, and nods.] Yeah, you're probably right. [He refocuses, meeting Thomas' gaze again.] One of many things that came close to killing me that night.

[He swallows thickly, nodding, understanding the we gravity of what they're talking about all too well.]

I bet. There's no way a bullet goes through your hand and doesn't leave some stuff messed up.

[He nods with a grimace.] Yeah, I know what you mean.