Physical Scarring:

“All over my body. See this?” Jack tugs down on her skimpy white brassier. “I got this long scar over my chest, arms, neck and back from experiments Cerberus was doing on me. Wanted to create a super human, a powerful biotic was could make other alien races cower in fear. I guess that got what they wanted. But a small little girl enduring all this pain just so they could achieve their own greatness? What kind of fucked up person does that? Apparently them, I was in pain every single day while in there, they figured all the pain I took physically would eventually block out emotional signals, induce disregard…That’s where the emotional scarring comes in.”

Emotional Scarring:

“Now this,” She tapped the side of her head. “Is something someone should never fuck with, but people do. Every day something afflicted upon a person can cause traumatic happenings, creating repressed memories and other mental disorders. When I was little the only free time I got was to battle it out in a arena with another kid. Each time I defeated my opponent—let me not put it lightly—each time I slaughtered, mutilated, destroyed my opponent I was rewarded with happy drugs.” Jack pauses, inhaling with a smile. “Made me feel good, feel funny. I used to get off to the sight of someone dying, I’d kill just to have an orgasm. Seeing other kids my age die isn’t suppose to be a good sight, it’s a living fucking nightmare.”