He was speaking to her as though he doubted his own senses, touching her with gentle and cautious ways and studying her every movement with his gaze. She shook her head however at the mention of the mugging, the only two people in the world who knew of her incident was Desmond and her father so his words were startling and she drew a drew inward, her expression changing completely to represent sadness and fear.
As Beth opened her mouth to begin explaining to the boy before her she wondered what he'd meant when he stated that he'd known it to be her blood that was shed. How could he know such a thing? Silence fell between them until finally Beth attempted to speak once more, "I was going to die…I… should be dead." She confirmed, rising to her feet and moving out of earshot from any other passersby, she reached for his arm and pulled him into a side door that would lead to the library. Now hidden behind the recesses of endless bookshelves Beth turned back to the boy with the bright blue eyes that would catch anyone off guard if not focused, "before I explain what happened, how do you know that was my blood?" Truth be told Beth was scared to even speak aloud of the evening that she wished to forget, the mere thought of it left her sick to her stomach and Beth sighed, continuously pressing and massaging the center of her palm.