LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE
They were old, faded to silver against his tanned skin, but they were unmistakable.
Evidence of some past trauma. Some terrible injury or torture that he'd survived.
"My name is Bastian," he said, his voice different without the mask muffling it, deeper and more intimate. "And I want you to understand something, Lyra. You are not my prisoner. You are not my possession. You are a person seeking asylum, and I am honor-bound to protect you."