my skin. It takes a lot to scar a god’s skin, let alone a Primal’s. Salt has to be applied for even black to stay.” Air hissed between my teeth. “Ouch.” “It’s not exactly a pleasant process.” I dipped my head, kissing a drop. “What do they mean?” He was quiet for a long moment. “They represent someone whose life was lost by my hands, actions, or because of a decision I made or didn’t.” I stilled, staring at the ink. “There have to be…hundreds of them. Maybe even thousands.” “They are a reminder that all life can easily be extinguished.” That reminder. My heart twisted as my throat thickened.
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Seems a lot like Atlantians
