Gale pressed a hand against his chest, feeling the pressure the binding around his chest caused him. It wasn't a tight feeling, and the feeling went away over time, but Gale's thoughts about it made it ever more noticeable.

He sighed. And sighed again. And again. This was probably why his father always seemed to have some sort of twitch upon his face when talking to him. This was probably why he got his own personal changing room in the CoG.

"I checked. And I always thought that it was the heart that counted. It doesn't matter what my body is, so long as I know how I feel. If you're happy about your size, or lack thereof, it's not my problem."

His eyes narrowed. "The problem is what it did to me. And how it changed you completely."