I'm not sure that matters. [Two-hundred years and she's still running scared with painful memories on her heels, and she has little hope of that ever changing.]
That side of me does nothing but hurt people. That's why I keep it hidden. [She's not exactly sure why she admitted that to him. That side of her is like a ghostly ship in a pitch black harbor, looming and ever-present, fascinating enough that she can't help but stare into the night, seeking its black-on-black silhouette and listening for a change in the lapping waves. Frightening and alluring and shameful, never something she could imagine anyone actually liking.]