It drags a soft noise from him, something between a groan and a noise of pain. It's the memories more than actual hurt though. He keeps that spot covered whenever he's out of his suit, the scarred spot that he'd clawed at trying to rip Epsilon out of his head.

"Hey Taylor," he says,, tilting his head so he can look him in the eyes. "When this is over, let's go somewhere. Some nice outer colony with an ocean."