There were some kind years.

[ That brief delusion he indulged in. A peaceful life. A family. A child. There's nothing Charles can say, no passive-aggressive sneer that could cut deeper than the fresh wound. Added to all the other losses.

He's not about to tell him the truth about the scar. He hasn't earned that. ]

Friendly fire. I wish you could say you look better than the last time I saw you, but why start lying now.