He wonders it himself. What if someone here could heal them? Would he do it? So far, the answer has been no.
"Yes. Which is why I lived in irons for months. My sire did not wish to let me end myself. Even Max does not know the entire story. These..." he reaches around to touch his own scars, "...were inflicted by my sire's hand, but they were my own fault. This kind of damage is rare, and it only happens when a vampire has been starved to the point where not even their own blood can heal them. I was the one who refused to eat. My sire thought that whipping me would break my resolve. It did not. And because I would not relent any other way, my sister was made into a vampire beside me, to encourage me to choose undead life."
He lifts his gaze to meet hers from where it had drifted over his speech, "These scars are a mark of my history, but they are also my greatest shame. I think you can understand that."
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"Yes. Which is why I lived in irons for months. My sire did not wish to let me end myself. Even Max does not know the entire story. These..." he reaches around to touch his own scars, "...were inflicted by my sire's hand, but they were my own fault. This kind of damage is rare, and it only happens when a vampire has been starved to the point where not even their own blood can heal them. I was the one who refused to eat. My sire thought that whipping me would break my resolve. It did not. And because I would not relent any other way, my sister was made into a vampire beside me, to encourage me to choose undead life."
He lifts his gaze to meet hers from where it had drifted over his speech, "These scars are a mark of my history, but they are also my greatest shame. I think you can understand that."