"I started to be a, uh. . ." He paused, trying to find the right word, his eyes turning to the side a little. "Rebel. S'the word I t'ink. I was still trying to be recognized in my family. After that, I flew." He offered, giving her a 'pretty sure that's a good word for it' look, before shrugging.
Taking the hand holding his smoke, he pointed to the sun design on his shoulder. "From sun to moon, and everything in between. S'what i called it all. Most of them came from different artists in different countries. Cost me a lot, but worth it." He noted, giving her a small smile. "I don't regret it at all, any of it."
Even apparently signing up for a militaristic job like this. Having Justice in his head was a nice quirk that he didn't know would have helped, all the time.
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