"I know, okay? I know. I am too--" It's just, you know. Cutting people, torturing... its getting under his skin, reminding him of too many bad memories.

But he works as precisely and quickly as possible. "Yeah, I know they do... But you look young for it still."

But then again, so had everybody he'd lost. He winces as blood starts to come to the surface of the cut, draws in a shaky breath. "I can-- try to heal it after we're done. I don't want to leave you like this."