they did , however , have a small loyal following . she could n't focus on his tattoos for very long tonight , though . he goes towards the only remaining evil soldier and asks , who sent you ? she rubs both hands over the white tray as it turns into nothing . `` but i would n't mind knowing who cut you . '' a car was waiting for my parking spot , riding my ass so i could barely pull out . that answer did n't sting as much as he thought it would . he looked down at his fingers . 