Alex looked away, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I did." The scar looked ancient, running in a thick line from the bottom of his collarbone down to below his waist. "That was my first day on my own. I lost control of the fire on a bus. I could heal the scar now, but I keep it to tell myself I'm still human." He turned away and buttoned his shirt again. "I'd rather not talk about my past. It brings back too many painful memmories. I just wish I could forgrt it all." Suddenly he turned around and embraced her. "Oh, Nyx, please. Promise you'll ne er leave me again? I'll find a way to keep you alive myself, so please stay with me. If you left again I don't know what I'd do."