There was no arguing to the contrary. It was messed up in plenty of ways. Instead Nataku's gaze flicking downward to follow the movement of Jason's hand. He'd never been overly conscious of scars, and his eyes had skipped over even such a prominent one, but now that he looked at it he had to wonder if it held more significance than a fight gone awry.

Thoughts of his father dragged him back, anxiety mingled with fear because he knew it was possible for Li Touten to show up here. And he knew how he would react without thinking of it.

"I obey him," Nataku replied solemnly, the bitterness returning. "I would be lying if I said I could do anything else. He's my father."