Rea hushed at his voice and suddenly she felt a little less alone but raged flared outwardly like a wild flame. " Then why do you test them to prove it?!" She got up quickly and stomped away but only minutes later was she back with scraps of bandages and a small bottle of rum. She slammed them down in front of him. " Why are you playing the villian? What do you want here?! There's nothing of value, just death." She gripped the neck of the bottle tightly. " Tell me why I should be nice to you and tend your wounds?" She asked, seeinghis face. She felt her throat flare with emotionbut she bit back her tears and swallowed her pride. " Give me one goodreason not to hate you for everything you've done today." She didn't want to hate him.