For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.

He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.

I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.

My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.

A good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.

I admired Stalkers style. He was incredibly fast using two small blades strapped to the backs of his hands. Slash slash slash. Fighting him you wouldn’t die of one great wound but instead bleed out slowly surprised to find yourself weak and dying after a thousand cuts.

Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth for the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there are three lives before you: His life, Her Life, and Your life together.