"Karina," he sighed, raising his hand to his cheek and wincing, she'd cut him with her nails, "I'm tired, my whole life all I've seen is death, I don't want this world anymore." he stood off the ground shakily and steadied himself. He slipped his trench coat off and then his other layers of clothing to show his torso, crisscrossed with hundreds upon hundreds of scars. "you know what these are?" he asked in futility, raising his arms to show them better.