He peeled his armbands off one at a time and dropped them in Neil's lap. He said something, but Neil didn't hear him. The pale shade of scarred skin was too familiar and too startling for him to not react. Neil grabbed hold of Andrew's wrist. He started to turn Andrew's arm over, sure he'd imagined things, but Andrew clamped his free hand down on Neil's forearm. "Andrew," Neil started. "Just so we're clear, I'll kill you."
