Bobo doesn't flinch away, though that tension remains as Bull reaches out to him. The scars are a tangle of scars, far more faded than they should be for when they happened. Far less damage than a grenade from that close should have done.

"It was a curse set by two witches and a demon," he admits, letting himself be drawn closer as his hand runs over Bull's chest. "Still a lot see us as a form of demons, though we're called revenants."

Which most have never cared to see how different those things are. Returned from hell, most of them criminals, they're demons.