[Her frame stays still as the question's uttered, her own lips straightening out at the memory. Neglectful her father had been in spades, but he'd never been abusive, not intentionally so. There's residual affection left in her person, enough to compel her to set the record straight and clear his name.]
The scars were my choice.
[Quiet, but the firm tone to the voice brooks no argument—and little room to ask further at the moment. Her past is hers alone to deal with, and whatever resultant suffering she might have experienced because of her father's choices ought not to be a burden placed upon anyone else's shoulders, least of all Aqua's. Besides:]
no subject
The scars were my choice.
[Quiet, but the firm tone to the voice brooks no argument—and little room to ask further at the moment. Her past is hers alone to deal with, and whatever resultant suffering she might have experienced because of her father's choices ought not to be a burden placed upon anyone else's shoulders, least of all Aqua's. Besides:]
They don't hurt anymore.
[Physically or psychologically.]