Jack waited until the shirt was off to trace the scars. Finding the two Kaidan had mentioned. Reaching out and putting her hand on it and tracing it around to the exit, stepping partly around him to see it.

She wasn't Kaidan. She hadn't had anatomy classes and she didn't know surgery for shit. Wasn't any sort of medic.

She knew where to stab someone to kill them slow, though. Right where the blade should go to puncture the kidney and sever it from its blood source. It would take them ten minutes to die and it would hurt the entire time, but slow enough that they could feel death coming as their chest filled with blood and their blood pressure dropped so low the heart didn't have enough volume to continue pumping. Jack had done that more than a few times, caused that kind of wound and crouched to stare at them as they died so the last thing they'd see was her glaring hate at them.

The shot covered the same area. The scar was half the size of her hand. Some of it was age spread, sure. Kanan had massed up since he'd taken it. But it had never been a small wound.

"Kidney failure's a stupid, slow and ugly death. Why, Kanan?"

Not even really sure what that why was for. It was just there.