disbelief) You? You suffered? No, don’t tell me that. You have no right. (suddenly her voices becomes demanding) Show me your scars Marcus. (She pushes up her sleeves and exposes the undersides of her arms to him. Her voice turns harsh and angry.) Show me your scars, the marks it left on you!(Before he speaks Marcus holds her arm and examines it tenderly and with affection without meeting her gaze. Eventually, he drops her arm and looks up into her eyes to make a quiet declaration.)Marcus: I don’t have scars to show you Hope, or anything that you’d call proof. Obsetnious...
