[ Raina's brows were knit together, nimble digits dancing their way over Chilton's shirt and picking apart the buttons one by one before she parted the fabric and reached out, touching his bare skin -- her hand resting right on one of his surgical scars. She looked up at his face right then. ]

We all have our scars. The dark things we want to keep locked up inside. They heal but they leave their marks on our skin, in our hearts, on our souls. Yours, you can see. But mine...?

[ Raina let out a huff of breath, looking away from him. ]

This world gave me a chance to hide my scars. So let me keep hiding them. The way you hide yours from me. The same way you always avoid the topic when I ask.

[ Her tone became desperate. Raina was raw, open, and emotional right now. It was weakness, but it was real. ]

Please, Frederick. Just forget about it. Or at least pretend to forget about it. Humor me and I will never ask about your secrets again.

[ She brought his hand up, making an X over her chest. ]

Cross my heart.