The Scar

azrael sitting in a room, with a hand entering the frame from off screen to push up his hair, revealing a large scar above his left eye that looks like cracked glass.

"Jesus. What happened?"

"I don’t know… I happened to see it a few days ago."

"It’s been a few days? I thought he had like, super regeneration powers?"

"I guess, if you wanna put it that way. That’s why I haven’t said anything, but I’ve been checking every day and it’s still there. I have no idea when he got it or how."

"Well, have you asked him?"

"Yes, Fox, I have asked him."

"It has always been with me."

"See, that’s what he says, but it must’ve come from somewhere right?"

"Maybe it’s like a birthmark or… like a childhood scar? Maybe he fell down the stairs as a baby?"

"It doesn’t have to be from childhood, he doesn’t seem to remember a lot of things."

"What do you remember, Azrael? I’m curious. What kind of name is Azrael anyway? Did your parents name you that?"

"It was given to me."

"Huh, they must’ve hated your guts– Ow! What was that for?"

"Be quiet!"

"All I remember from the past is walking. Walking, for a long time. Looking for something. Then I came into the town. I think I gave up looking. I felt angry. Then I saw you. Lily. It felt like I found what I was looking for."

"So you were looking for Lily? That’s kinda creepy dude. Wait, you came from outside the town? Like over the cliffs? I didn’t know there were people out there!"

"No, not the Wilds. I… can’t remember."

"You got some real bad amnesia, huh? Maybe whatever caused that gave you the scar? It’s kinda pretty big."

"If you don't know, then there's not much point in asking. You're not bleeding, and it doesn’t look like it’ll cause any problems, so you should be fine."

"It'll cause problems getting girls– Oww!!!"

Take me home