Except it's not awkward for him. His scars don't bother him. "Well, when I was eleven, I was caught in the middle of a terrorist attack on the Imperial colony I grew up on. They set thermite-based explosives in various places around the town. Primarily the economic, administrative, and military structures. I was standing beside one of the buildings that was wired to explode, near one of the windows. Thermite burns very hot—hot enough to melt the glass in the window I was standing beside. The molten glass and thermite were propelled outwards by the shockwave from the other explosives they used, and I got splashed by it."