Redhawk Caldera Your words cut deeper than a knife

Nightjar shrugged, not really sure he could remember a time when he could hear out of both ears. He didn't really know what that felt like. If not for the fact that he could hear clearly out of the other, he may not have known there was anything wrong. Hell, he hadn't really realized it until his father's injury.

"Always, I guess," he answered with a shrug. Maybe when he was too young to remember, he'd been able to hear, but then, if it was a popped eardrum, then Wildfire had caused it long before either of them could hear anything. More likely it was a defect he was born with, though. There wasn't really a difference to him and he wasn't curious enough to care what caused it anyway.