Adrien nodded and took a deep breath. Placing a hand to his wing. He could feel something happening but he didn't know what so he looked at Sage and said, "Okay. This will probably not allow you to fly but it won't hurt anymore." He tells him. Looking back at his hand.

Sage sort of stiffened when he felt something happening, but soon enough the pain dulled and he nodded in response to Adrien's comment, experimentally flexing his wings, stretching them out wide to their full length for the first time in...well, it had probably been years.

"Good?" He asks Sage, watching as he stretches his wings out. He smiles, nodding. Then grimaces. "It's my turn I guess.." He mutters. Sticking out his arms, revealing his scarred torso and legs. "Which one do you want to start with?" He asks hesitantly.

Sage sort of folded his wings back up slightly with a nod, humming lightly as he looked over the other boys scars. "Why ont we just start here and go upwards," he suggested, tapping a scar on his leg. "say whatever you want about them."

He looks down at the one he had tapped. "Oh that one. I got that one when I was... 5 I think? Anyway that one was from not sitting properly. They cut there so I would never cross my legs there. So I always knew if I was sitting properly or not. Next?" He says, looking back up at Sage, with a dry look on his features. He couldn't tell what Sage was thinking so he just waited for him to answer.

Sage grunted and nodded in response to the boys comments, really honestly mad at whoever would do that to a kid ..but of course, he didn't know why. Maybe it was because this one wouldn't die on him. Maybe that was why he wasn't so afraid to make friends with him. But there was no reason to be head over heels yet. Or at all. Right? He hummed in thought and shrugged, tapping another scar, this one higher up on his thigh. "What about that?"

Sage huffed out a slight breath and rolled his eyes. "Everyone in charge sucks," he grumbled. Unfortunately, he had to have a master, and hades was that master. And there was nothing he could do about it. Of course, he could get a new master, but he was definitely much too scared to even bring it up. He only even knew it was possible because he'd snuck into hades private library to kill someone off once. "What about that one," he asked after a moment, lightly touching a scar on Adrien's abdomen. He could admit that feeling the hard muscle under sent a sort of chill through his spine, so he drew his hand back after a moment, not really sure what that was.

He sighs, "That one's from public torture... I was tied up and- uhm... whipped multiple times..." He mutters. The memory was a horrid one. He had taken a pencil from the school by accident. This is how it was... be a hybrid and put one toe out of line and they punish you... he sniffles a little and looks back up. "Next...?" He asks Sage.

Sage frowned slightly and winced recalling his own whippings. Hades and his father both seemed to like that sort of thing. The whip marks on his own back seemed to burn. He poked another one and then cocked his head. "we can stop of you want," he reminded him softly. He seemed to be getting upset.