( Tentatively, his touch drops to the ragged edged scars there, as light as he can make it. There's fury lurking under the surface, Wen Kexing's anger hard to swallow down, but there's also -.

Not pity, not that.

Something else. )

If anyone ever touches you again I'm going to take their hands, do you hear me? ( A fierce declaration, only slightly shaken. ) But nobody else will get close to. I won't allow it.

( He is a rabid dog made loyal, there's no changing that. )