A sigil marks the back of his left hand, dark against his natural skin-tone in the manner of a birthmark, but far too intricate and smoothly shaped to be anything other than deliberate.

Eleven's steps slow as they near the shrine. "So you think.. it was a punishment of some sort?"

That doesn't make a terrible amount of sense at first, given his own mark. Although on the worst of days, he considers it more burden than boon. But the longer he thinks about it, the more he supposes it could be. Still, unless it was an actual brand..

"But then why would he show it to us?" Which is a question he realizes could go either way.