[He nods, though he can't bring himself to look at her while she works. The truth? He couldn't even count how many bruises he'd gotten on that one leg, a year beforehand. And when he rubs his arm nervously, he just thinks: a strong, cruel hand used to wrench it around and hurt him for no real reason.]
I know... you won't hurt me.
[Added, very sincerely:]
You're not like the others... You're not a bad person.
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I know... you won't hurt me.
[Added, very sincerely:]
You're not like the others... You're not a bad person.