[Right. These scars. There's so thick and symmetrical Shiro wonders how he could have possibly got them, but it's only a cold second later when his mind goes to some of the other Deimos he had met and their various appendages. Wings.

It's so vividly horrifying that Shiro clutches Darc's shoulders. Hard. To think they had lost a limb on their things in common list. His sympathy is so raw it hurts and he's bowed over him for a tense drawn out second before he run his thumbs over the scars and goes back to running his tongue in between his shoulder blades.]