Licking his lips, he said, "Do not think of it like that. Think of it as taking back what he stole from you." When she turned to him with curious eyes, her brow knitted, he added, "He took away your sense of security, your innocence. He made you feel powerless and weak, marked and soiled goods. You do not remember who or why or how, but every day you see the scar and the feelings are renewed, perhaps even harsher as there is no context to put your mind at ease. You see it and you wonder why someone would hurt you this way, what you had done to deserve it. Don't you?" he asked. She looked away from him, worrying her bottom lip roughly between her teeth. "It's not taking away his life, it's giving you back your own. Don't you want to stop hating yourself every time you see your reflection? Start seeing it as a battle scar instead of a mark to remind you that someone once made you hurt?"