Gunther held the girl tighter, resting her against his shoulder.  On some level, he was aware that he was clutching a severely emotionally disturbed half naked girl to himself, yet that awareness was pushed far beneath the surface by the simple fact of the girl's suffering.  He'd seen that sort of suffering before, it was what happened when a person remembered something they didn't want to remember.  He may very well have made a mistake, he realized, as his arms wrapped around her tighter, pulling her into a secure grip.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, his body couldn't just sit around idly, and began to react.  Gunther could feel himself becoming aroused as the girl spilled his tears on him.  He began to wonder just how this girl felt about sex, considering all of the agony she had been through.  He shuddered, hard enough for Brigit to feel it, as he began to realize just what was happening.  "Don't worry, you're going to be okay.  You're going to be okay..."  He whispered over and over into her ear, trying to comfort her.<br/><br/>The girl's flesh was warm and soft, despite her scars.  Gunther's hands went lower and began to caress her hip, his fingertips playing across her flesh, ignoring the patterns of the scars even as he felt them.<em>She's certainly grown up to be a fine young lady</em>, he thought as he rested his hand on her thigh, feeling the room become colder and colder around him.  Right now, the girl's flesh seemed like the most inviting thing in the world.