Your first question

[sentinel_nameless]

 Little warrior:

 

Your question today is: “what are the scars”. This was your first question that I never answered. It was the first night that I came to your quarters. 

 

You correctly guessed what two thirds of the scars on my arms are. Most Andorians my age have at least half that many. You guessed that they were from my bond, from Thaniss and Shres.

 

But then you asked if the most recent was my thavan. 

 

I told you: “No, it’s not."

 

You persisted. I told you I would tell you one day. I have not.

 

It was only three months before I met you that he died. 

 

I never grieved my thavan. Not like that. Not beyond one ceremonial tearing of my flesh at his funeral.  

 

The fresh ones are Steinberg. And Chen. And Mendoza. And Madden. And Valiente. And even Fergus. And Zhall.

 

There are more for them than for my children and my thavan and my bond because I could have done nothing for children and for the thavan and I could have done something for my fellow crewmen. I still think I could have.