[ Idly, she pulls the knife from her pocket, shows it to him again, and then twirls it slowly, mimicking slitting a throat of an imaginary person next to her. ]

Somebody did something to you - they did it to me too.

[ He's hurting. It blares in him, like 'Nam does in her father, and ultimately, in spite of all her hunter's instincts, she never could handle seeing another person in pain. ]

You shouldn't be alone. If you want to be, that's okay too. I get it.

[ A huff. ]

There. Happy?