Melody felt his arms embrace her again, but it was a more comforting, tender touch than before. It was a surprise to her as she stopped crying for even a moment. Why would he keep saying that it wasn't on her? It clearly was. She couldn't seem to comprehend why he said her voice was beautiful. It was anything but beautiful. People died because of her voice. Her voice was like luring fish to bait, and when they were hooked, they were hooked. Her human form wouldn't hurt the men unless they made advances, but her siren form? The men were dead the moment they heard her voice.<br/><br/>Soon, her chest began hurting as well as nausea infiltrating her stomach. It was her body's reaction to stress, crying, or anxiety. Upon hearing what Dimitri had saw, she began to sob more. Her heart ached for him. Why did he have to be alone? He didn't deserve this life without his real parents, or a life without love. Even if she didn't know him for long, she felt like he had a good heart. That was more than she could say about most people. He wanted the things in life that truly mattered. This caused her to cry even more. She made him remember everything he was without, and she hated it.<br/><br/>Continuing to hear him speak, she heard his pleas for her not to believe she was a monster. He even considered her an angel... a beautiful angel at that. A blush crept onto her cheeks. She wasn't beautiful at all. Was he blind? She had dyed hair, ghastly pale skin, a skinny frame, and light green eyes. There were plenty of other attractive people out there. When she went to object, he pleaded with her to trust him. How could she trust him when he was saying she wasn't a monster? What made him so adamant that she wasn't? It was true that she had been kind to him, but that didn't make up for all the bad she's brought with her. Did she trust him or no?<br/><br/>"....I'll try my best to trust you..." she replied as she sniveled.