The small scars on his face seemed to furl into nodes.

The scar on the head seemed to glow a livid pink.

Even the scars of battle seem to have healed.

His skin was almost dead white but the scars seemed to shine out of it just the same.

His arms and hands were still bloody, but the scars seemed to have closed.

The scars had seemed harsher against the soft blue cloth.

His scar seemed to darken and move with a life of its own.

The scar on Geli's face seemed to pulse with fury.

The scar on her cheek seemed to burn, yet still she could not find words.

"But," she said, with surprise not free from alarm, "this scar seems to me like a fresh one."