Kore: I got the knife from those resistance guys. I couldn't walk around unarmed with Xander waiting to pounce on me.

Narration(Kore): It has been my solace to forget what I cannot see.

Narration(Kore): But he feels that horror. His fingers sink into my flesh where they shouldn't. This past life, which I can never escape.

Kore: You don't blame me for distrusting him? I know he's your friend.

Narration(Kore): Pause.

Kore: What? What have I said?

Narration(Kore): How many thousand questions dance through his mind! White as a sheet. Maybe he will go back and inform his master that this wench would be...more disturbing than pleasurable to bed. Can't hurt.

Kore: Now I'm worried. What is it?

Grant: It's nothing. Your skin. The injuries. It just startled me.

Narration(Kore): Careful disbelief...

Kore: What are you talking about? Why do you look at me like that? It's like you saw a ghost!

Kore: What are you--

Grant: No!

Grant: Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. Xander can fix it.

Kore: Rhelan Grant! Just tell me!

Grant: I have to tell you something...if he did this to you...if he hurt you...

Kore: Rhelan you're not making sense!

Grant: You've been scarred or burned or something. Don't you know?