1"I admit, I was surprised when I saw you with your shirt off." Sophie admitted. The con had ended, and now the team was on their way home. The rest of them were asleep, but for Eliot and Sophie.
Eliot smiled grimly. "'Cause I ain't covered in scars? Everyone seems to think I oughtta be."
"Well, yeah. I mean, considering what you do for a living." Sophie replied, shrugging.
"It's the good ones who aren't scarred. Someone who's covered in scars... means they slipped up somehow, or couldn't avoid it. Those who don't... we didn't get messed up, and when we did, we avoided the worst of it." He shrugged.
"But you don't even have one." Sophie protested. Eliot shook his head.
"I got a lotta scars Sophie. I got scars from every fight I've ever been in."
Sophie studied him. "Where?"
Eliot put his hand over his heart. "In here."