"It’s not even about the way they look, not really. They’re just scars – ugly ones, yes. But I can’t complain about that. So many people have been hurt worse during the war. It’s about the memory they bring back. I can’t get away from it. It’s always there. And it shouldn’t be. I should be able to do things with you without remembering that." She smiled bitterly, glancing up at him. "It’s not exactly conducive to romance; remembering that when we’re..."