Every Part of Our Body Tells a Story

Written by Joseph for a scene with Joseph Werner

“Every part of our body tells a story.”

His legs. One damaged, the other not. The cause of his limp, which sets him apart from the others. What story do they tell? Once, they operated the pedals with ease, deftly operating his machine as it blasted through the sky. It’s amazing how much difference a few pieces of hot metal can make. The doctors were able to save both of them. And for that he will always be thankful. That’s a story to be proud of, isn’t it? He may have fallen from the sky, but still he rose from the wreckage. The triumph of human will.

Moving up to his body. There are less scars here, but they’re still there. The doctor is fit and healthy, especially since he arrived on the new planet. Something he’s always prided himself on. Perhaps a bit undernourished, but otherwise fine.

The arms. His right is strong, as it has to be. The hand at its end is slender, perfect for precision work. Like operating on a patient. Or pulling a trigger. His left ends near the shoulder, where it transitions into a smooth black prosthetic. It perfectly mimics the function of a normal arm, but it still somehow doesn’t feel the same. He wears gloves mainly to conceal the hand, though he isn’t exactly sure why. Maybe someday he won’t have to hide. What story do they tell? Those gouges in the black material show where he was attacked by a raider, one of the ones who had kidnapped Aphra. That was quite the interesting crew. He hopes that they’ll meet again someday. And now, his face. Aside from his legs, this part of him bears the most scars. A reassuring smile. An eyepatch, covering a mess of scar tissue. Better to keep that hidden. The other eye, brown, kind, and intelligent. Wavy, dark brown hair that he keeps in a bun, out of the way. Marth mentioned the importance of hair, but it’s never really held any of that for him. After he left the military, his regulation short hair grew and grew, and he saw no reason to stop. An occasional trim is all he needs. He still wears his dog tags around his neck, reminding him of everything he’s lost. Just another burden for him to bear.

“Every part of our body tells a story.”