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As he spoke, her hands began to tremble. He had killed. She knew about this. But Elsa had not been aware of — this. He had let it take control over him, over the body their shared, and with it, all its actions. And she and the victims, so Mars understood, had something in common. They had shared the oldest business. Whores. “Y-you have killed them?” Her voice broke. Slowly, Elsa pulled back her hands to cover her mouth. So many questions appeared in her head, but at the same time, there was nothing at all she was thinking about. There was confusion, she felt. Fear? No. She did not fear him — right?

“It ripped them,” he answered grimly, his eyes already stinging with tears of shame. It was good, then, for it blurred his vision as he looked to her. He could not see the horror laid bare in her eyes. Surely, she had pieced it together. She knew the names they had given him. His voice was thick, for he had not realised how difficult it was to speak of these things he had buried inside himself for near a hundred years now. “The last girl… there was almost nothing left of her. She did not deserve it. None of them did.” 

Suddenly, he reached for her, grabbing onto her wrists tightly as he stared into her eyes, pleading with her. “You know I would never hurt you. Nor would I let it hurt you. You know this, do you not? Please… I must know.”

A shiver ran down her spine when she listened to his tale. Of course they did not deserve it. Nobody – nobody deserved to get ripped apart like this, into pieces, slowly bleeding out. Elsa remembered the pain of losing her beautiful legs very well; long enough she had to suffer from terrible phantom limb pain. When they stole her limbs from her, she did not receive the relieve of death. But it had happened, he did kill those girls, and it was the past. She had done many things she was not proud of as well – and still, he loved her.

When she felt the tight grip around her wrists, Elsa gasped in shock and tried to pull back her hands. She widened her eyes as she returned his piercing stare, quickly backing away. ”Edward!“ , she urged him, her voice louder than expected as it shook, "Let go of me – let go!”