"W-what do you mean... by spar... Commodore...?" His breath was still catching as his jaw trembled. He clenched his fist, pulling his arm against his chest. His scar was monstrous, and he was afraid if the Commodore saw it he really think him a monster. He stared down at the glowing screen, trying not to cry again. Of all people to see this, he didn't want the Commodore to know he was weak. He wanted to prove himself, but all he'd really done was look more of a fool.