Nathan had a knife wound in his chest that went into his heart when he forced her to confess her love for him.
The wound had already stuttered and was now a raised cut.
"Here it is." He said, "It's the closest to my heart. It's where you say you love me."
"Please stop that now, Nathan. You are out of your mind." Crystal shook her shoulders, her hand somehow caught in his.
She shuddered.
Nathan took her hand to the cut. He said it was the nearest to his heart.
"I'm not kidding. I really want to make it up to you." He never took his eyes off her, smiling. "I don't know if I can wash away some of your bad memories in this way or if I just want to feel the pain for you."
"You don't have to feel it, and you don't have to dilute it. I don't want you to make it up to me. There's nothing wrong with that, I beg you. Take the things out of here."
"I must do it."