[ Childishly, she somewhat spits out: ] I hate the exhibits.
[ It's an important first point of clarification. Hesitantly, she starts to bring her hands up, back to where she'd clawed open her own arms. She winces as she sets them back, in a hug instead. ]
...I never wanna look at them. At someone else's. I didn't wanna see any of that, and... I didn't want anyone else to see mine.
[ Can she try and look at him? Her lips press tightly together. She manages a glance, as she can feel her pulse pound in her throat. ]
I didn't wanna know anything like that. Not— ...not from...those things.
cw: self-harm mentions
[ It's an important first point of clarification. Hesitantly, she starts to bring her hands up, back to where she'd clawed open her own arms. She winces as she sets them back, in a hug instead. ]
...I never wanna look at them. At someone else's. I didn't wanna see any of that, and... I didn't want anyone else to see mine.
[ Can she try and look at him? Her lips press tightly together. She manages a glance, as she can feel her pulse pound in her throat. ]
I didn't wanna know anything like that. Not— ...not from...those things.