I had realized at one of my lowest moments that all human souls descend into the atmosphere looking the exact same. As if they had come via assembly line. And that the only identifiers were the oddities and misfortunes. The only thing that set a soul apart from the other was that one got knocked with a hammer, and the other cut with a knife.

We'd all look the same if it weren't for our scars. How else could you tell anyone apart?