He'd seen it enough times with all the injuries he'd gotten growing up and getting older. His brow drew in again as he stared at it, trying to piece it together.

"... fuck," he said, unable to keep back a shudder, stepping back from the tree. He didn't like that at all.

He turned and paced off a moment before he came back, arms folded again tightly. He took in a breath and let it out harshly. Well, fuck. What now?

"I wonder what about it he knew that he took with him," Ezra muttered at the Likeness.