"I don’t remember it…", he said softly as the young goth woman caressed over his scarred body. He looked up at her, his gaze surprisingly soft…his own hand reaching out to touch a scar on her arm.
"You’ve been through much too…", he whispered almost tenderly. "You’ve had a hard life."
Her gaze followed his motion, and she frowned when he touched her arm. “I guess so,” she muttered, nibbling her lip before she looked back up into his eyes. “Many tried to kill me… none succeeded.”