"Yeah, okay." Jedao takes a quick gulp of breath for courage, then peels away the undershirt, revealing Jedao One's shockingly battle-scarred chest, with shrapnel scatters on top of old burns, knife slices and knotted asterisms from bullets on top of odd geometric graft patches. One nipple is totally absent.

"None of them hurt or anything," Jedao promises him. "They're just...a lot."