It had only been later that she’d seen how serious it was, how much it had been bleeding into the fabric of her costume, underneath her breastplate. She’d stitched it up herself, here, in the showers.
Well… that’s honestly kind of hardcore. Did the others ever find out?
She’d done as best as she was able, worked with a kind of grim determination. Not the most competent job, in the end.
To be expected, I suppose.
She kind of regretted that series of decisions, now. She was a late bloomer, looked younger than she was, but when she did eventually have the sort of cleavage she could show off, the scar would be there, plain as day.
Well, if they don’t know now, they will if she starts showing off her cleavage. Which it sounds like she does want to do someday.
It might even be worse, when that time came, depending on how the scar stretched as her chest grew.
Unfortunate.
Well… at least it could act as a conversation starter with new people, I guess? Though I suppose she’d be showing her cleavage primarily in her civilian clothes rather than while she’s Vista, which sort of defeats that point unless her identity goes public.
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