Legend wasn't actually certain if the flinch was because of his tight hold or because his fingers were against that scarred skin. While he could suspect, there was no way of really knowing because Yuri wasn't about to give up that information willingly. No, he had to feel and see for himself, another selfish endeavour on his part.

His fingers passed over the Yuri's forehead and then down the bridge of the boy's nose and finally to the right cheek where his palm had made the greatest impression. His fingers felt as if they were on fire again just touching it, and he wondered if the little memories he had would fade with time.

In a purely paternal gesture as if Yuri was still the little boy he remembered, he set his right hand on the back of his son's head and pressed it to his shoulder not caring that it hurt. "You did the right thing by stopping me. I... was out of control; you dealt with me as I had taught you to, Yuri. The blame rests solely with me."