[Jonathan closes his eyes as Sion touches his face, giving a little sigh of contentment. That Sion isn't repulsed, or turning him away after all, seeing him laid out like this. Sion is seeing the man behind the mask.]

I crossed the wrong man. He was bigger and stronger than me, and he liked his sharp weapons.

[His hand touches his scarred lips. The lips that Sion had kissed just a few minutes ago, without fear. Kissed through his mask, yes, but a kiss nonetheless.]

I escaped before he could carve my entire face off. But he left me with more than one scar.

[Slowly, Jonathan lifts part of his shirt off, to show a rather nasty blade scar that runs from his stomach to his side. Thankfully it was just a flesh wound. His attacker had wanted to gut him.]