Scars

Yes. She had to. He would make her if necessary.

He was not loosing her. She was his and there was no way he would ever let her leave him.

She could hate him all she wanted but he was never letting her go.

"I d-don't understand. W-why?" Kamala asked throughout her tears, her sobs threatening to break out an any moment. Her brain was flooded with unanswered questions. Her memory was weak but even she could remember that they had left things on bad terms before his departure but surely he was not mad at her enough to actually try to deliberately injure her.

"It was never meant to fucking happen!" Alister growled loudly, getting back up from his feet, turning his face away from Kamala. His darkening gaze setting beside the sink, mirror focusing on his monstrous face.

Cruel eyes stared back, his eyebrows furrowing at the thought of her seeing him like this.

"They were supposed to die. Not you. Never you. Nobody fucking told me you would be there!"