Elliot looked up at Jacob, her eyes seeming to be somewhat wild, "But... But it helps..." She looked down at her arm, "More than it did after my parents."

She rolled up her sleeve showing him the multitude of scars on her arm. She ran her metal finger over it, a small on her face, "I hurt them... but... they won't be mad if I hurt me too. Right?"

She shook her head, "I can't stop. Nothing else will help. Nothing."