She was silent now, and as he went to pull his shirt off Zebel shifted her gaze else where, though that was until he started to speak. Her gaze raised back up til her eyes came to see the scars left on his back, and then when he turned around, her eyes saw no difference from the back to the front, it too had the same scars. Listening to him speak her mind was more or less focused on the scars, looking at them before she moved in closer to him, a slight smile to her lips as she brought her hand up to trace over one of the scars. Her index finger traced it from tip to tip before moving to the next one, tacking a small moment explorer each and everyone of them.<br/><br/>Though when he stopped Zebel stopped, turning her eyes to look up at him from their closer distance now. Her hand lowered down, but she lowered it down over the front of his body, feeling each scar before her hand fell completely away from him.<br/><br/>"I am sorry... What... why would they do this?"<br/><br/>It wasn't exactly the question she wanted to ask but... it would be good enough for now, she didn't need to go too far into history, least if he didn't feel very comfortable with it. Though when he spoke of the slam there was a nod of her head before she spoke up.<br/><br/>"Your not a bad person.... just because you were in the slam doesn't mean anything to me, though it makes me worried... if you will go back... or..."<br/><br/>She stopped as she recalculated those words and then mentally kicked herself in the ass. She didn't own him, nor were they dating, sleeping, let alone together... why did she say it then?  Her eyes lowered a bit now, though as she raised her gaze a few seconds later she noted his was down. Raising up on her toes, she brought her hand under his chin and raised his head up so he wasn't looking down anymore, though rather he was looking at her, with a smile on her lips.<br/><br/>"I have my little dark secrets as well.... my parents wouldn't support out little family. There was never any food in out house, no blankets for the winter, no power to keep the house warm. The took all the money they had, and any they could find, for drugs. I have a younger brother at one point but... he died because of my parents drug addiction..."<br/><br/>Zebel moved back from him, raising her dress up just a little bit more were the scar of her bullet wound showed on her right upper thigh. It caused her some pain from time to time but... she had gotten so use to it that she hardly paid it no attention anymore.  Once she felt he had a good enough look she pulled her dress back down into place before she looked around the hall, though she still felt uncomfortable in the open like this.<br/><br/>"There are other scars but... they are in places that are better seen behind closed doors."<br/><br/>There was a slight flush upon her face, some of them she would show him but... there would be others that she would never exactly feel comfortable enough to show anyone. Once she was sure she had that blush under control she would look back up at him as she decide just how much more to tell him.<br/><br/>"The drug addiction was so bad that they had tried to sell me for money, they were going to turn me into a prostitute.... Needless to say... that was where my fighting started. I have pretty much lived in the streets ever since, back ally fighting, underground fights around the block... "There was a shrug of her shoulder before she would speak again, "then I got a letter that they were paying the winner of this here tournament... that is why I am here now."<br/><br/>It seemed to be a almost selfish thing to consider but... truth was what it was and if he had been honest with her, then she had been honest with him. As silence passed between them she looked back to his bare chest, to the scars there, she couldn't understand why his parents had done such a thing to him. It bothered her to no end, not that the scars bothered her but... his parents doing this to him bothered her. How could they do it? Why did they do it? What did they do it with? Was there no one there to protect him? Zebel felt truly sad for him, but surly that wasn't what he wanted her to feel.