"It's gonna scar.... Isn't it?" She asked
Sparrow had just been through her first battle, fighting alongside the Gold Battalion against Ice and SandWings. The gash on her nose was delivered by the tail spikes of a now-dead IceWing.

"What's so wrong with that?" Crimson replied, his deep, commanding voice making his words sound more threatening than they were. He had been there, alongside Sparrow in the battle, but came out unscathed

"It'll be permanent." She said. "What if I don't want the scar to be there? They're ugly."

Crimson looked appalled at his soldier's words. Ugly?
"Have I taught you nothing, Corporal?" He asked. "What sort of squishy thoughts made you say that? I'm disappointed."

Sparrow hung her head.

"Thinking that scars are ugly inconveniences will get you nowhere. It's not like we can erase them, y'know." He continued. "Think of them as trophies. You survived to see another day. You are strong, and you have the scars to prove it.
Do you know what I say to anyone who asks me about this monstrous gash in my face?"  He questioned with a chuckle at himself

"No, what?"

"You shoulda seen the other guy."

At that, the two SkyWings dissolved their discussion into laughter