she could n't help smiling as she waved him off . but i cant , so instead , i love you . there were too many questions not even asked , all blotted out with , why am i doing this ? i think he thought mentioning my own kind would anger me . he looked at his earlier handiwork and traced the edges of her scar with his knife . a place where nothing bad could happen , even though it seemed the worse already had . he wanted her , and he was almost certain she wanted him . 