The first thing Jet noticed was the scar. He'd have to be blind not to, because nothing could hide that ugly red burn-scar across the boy's face.

The second thing he noticed was the smile. The boy smiled like if he didn't, he'd be screaming and he'd never, ever stop. He smiled like broken glass and broken swords, like a village burning while a little boy screamed in the arms of his dead mother.

Or maybe that was just Jet's imagination.