He didn't know how many times he heard that scar comment before. Quite a few. Even if it was true it still didn't mean that he was cute. Then when she turned arpund and lifted her shirt his eyes lay upon her scarred back. It was painful too see, as if someone had just whipped him with a searing hot metal rod. And to hear that her family was the one that did such a thing tore him. She didn't consider herself cute because of the scars he heard. He put a hand on his left eye, which had a scar on it itself but was not easily seen.<br/><br/>"I do have many more...." he slowly rose his own shirt. Across his entire body, wherevee skin was visible, there was an army of scars. Small ones, big ones, short ones, large ones. From front to back, from side too side. "I get these from those I try and help...." he said softly.<br/><br/>He loweref his shirt. "They cover my entire body." He said even softer. He didn know what else to say. "Your cute, don't deny that. But me, soeone who has killed, is scarred from top to bottom, and turns into that.....thing I was in the cave......"