[ As his fingers travel along the length of the scar, she's surprised to find her initial panic subside. It's not only that she's finally starting to believe that he isn't going to hurt her, but it really does feel like there's a comfort and healing in the action, as though he's drawing a barrier across it to stop it from hurting her any more. The skin tingles warmly and she's almost ad when he pulls away.

She decides she has nothing to lose by telling him, especially since it's probably only a matter of time before everyone here finds out her past anyway. She doesn't imagine many secrets can be kept in this place. ]

My dad tried to kill me. I think it was all he ever really thought about. I helped him find so many substitutes, but it was really only prolonging the inevitable.