He might have come looking for Hakkai out of concern, and he might even have wanted to make peace, but Gojyo would never back down when cornered. Meeting Hakkai's glare with his own, he raised his right hand so that Hakkai could clearly see his bare forearm.

"You see any scars there?" And of course there weren't any... at least, none but the old familiar ones, faded to a pearly grey-pink. "I cut to th'bone on this side, halfway down my arm." And t had hurt, god, so badly. The blade had been so cold, and then the wound itself had pounded with heat, throbbing with his pulse. "You see any cuts?"