"For all these years, I believed you were a monster, but the real monster was Scorpius," she said. "He didn't talk to me like you do. His words were like honey, they enchanted me, but they weren't real, and I only realize it now, listening to you. You know what you're saying. Every word you say carries the weight of regret. How is that possible?" She lifted the sleeve of his left arm to show the scar, the indelible remains of the Dark Mark. She traced its edges with her fingers and her delicate caresses made him shiver. The Mark frightened her, but at the same time she couldn't take her eyes off it. "This is still here. I've never seen one before. It's terrible, yet I know it doesn't represent you."