[She tries really hard to hide the confusion on her face, but fails miserably. It's at least an expression other than hurt, which had been clouding her features up until that point. His backing away, trying to hide from her honest truth, is a little more hurtful than she wants to admit. Her gaze holds his as he presses forward, steady and unyielding.]
I know exactly who you are, and that scares the hell out of you.
[He's pacing and moving like a trapped animal, ready to lash out if it means safety. He's beyond scared. He's repulsed by her, and that's enough to make an answer to his question stay caught in her throat. He's not safe in the traditional sense. When she's with him, she feels safe because she knows he'd leave a body count behind before ever letting anything happen to her.]
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I know exactly who you are, and that scares the hell out of you.
[He's pacing and moving like a trapped animal, ready to lash out if it means safety. He's beyond scared. He's repulsed by her, and that's enough to make an answer to his question stay caught in her throat. He's not safe in the traditional sense. When she's with him, she feels safe because she knows he'd leave a body count behind before ever letting anything happen to her.]