Bre twisted her lips to the side, crossing her arms over her ribs and looked at her shoes.<br/>"No lover. Its not your family." She said smiling a little at this simplicity. "Its the deal I made. I thought I was free, my physical scars are gone," she lifted her shirt and showed him the flawless skin. "But there's always scars in your mind. Things that always haunt you and never leave. The reaper is a scar." She shook her head angrily. "More like a brand." She muttered under her breath. "I don't want our kids to be cursed." She finally spit out. "I'm--" her throat closed with tears but she had to get them out. After a fair amount of stuttering, she finished with, "scare, Helkior. I'm so scared."<br/>Her knees gave out and she fell to the floor. "What was I thinking? Now your about to marry someone who's broken and claimed already." The faint sting of tears announced the arrival of her fears in liquid form.