"I can't help you Rarity, I can't even help myself." He spoke to the wall, his answer crushing her spirit. He sighed again before turning completely over to face her. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his knees resting on the frame. It was the first time she ever got a look at his chest, any other time he was always angled away from her, or bent over so far, she couldn't see, or she constantly looked away from him or directly at his eyes and face. Rarity couldn't believe she never noticed the large scars raked across his torso. Scars left from his first encounter with a beast of the Everfree.