"Hold on!" Atchmon yelled, getting Rarity's quivering-lipped, teary-eyed attention. "You think something like that," he gestured to her 'scar'. "Makes you less  pretty than what you are. Well, I don't think so. I think it makes you more. I mean, jus' look at me," Atchmon extended his arms outward. "Every one of my scars has a story behind it," he pointed to his chest. "This one's from one of those Scorplion- No, manticores," then pointed at his arm. "This is from that cockatrice from when we first met, and that pegaboar." he pointed to each of his newest scars, telling her how he felt at the time of receiving them, and that they weren't an imperfection. 