”So does that mean that the blood that’s on you isn’t yours?” Did he really think that? Honestly, he wasn’t sure, but something had to have happened for there to be so much of it.
"I-- No, it's mine. This happens often, don't worry about it." She was not the best liar, but she did not want to say that her blood is a weapon. Not exactly the most sane thing to say to a stranger.










