Disclaimer: I do not own Skinwalkers nor its characters. They belong to LGF, After Dark, and whoever else screwed the movie up.
Note: Jan '05 script canon.
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Constant Reminder
"I wish I could get rid of it."
Varek brushed the hair out of Sonja's face. He shook his head and lightly pressed his lips to her temple. "Don't. It's part of you."
"The human part. The weak part. It's constantly there, reminding me of what I used to be, of what some tiny part of me will always be." Sonja looked away. She spoke as if ashamed; she was having one of her moods again.
"You're wrong," Varek stated rather abruptly. His tone was berating; harsh. He moved a hand down and lightly traced the length of the scar in question. He stroked it with the pad of his thumb, and watched the way Sonja flinched even as she instinctively grew wet from his touch.
Her eyes nervously met his. She waited. Her eyes were big and hopeful.
"You are not weak. You are a survivor. This," he curled his thumb, letting his nail scratch the marred flesh, "is the constant reminder that you are alive. You endured years of pain and emptiness, but you survived. This is the constant reminder that you aren't weak; they tried to break you, and they couldn't. Don't ever wish that away, Sonja."
Sonja swallowed. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes wide with renewed adoration. She smiled and nodded, but her confidence relied on him.
Varek softened. His thumb returned to the gentle stroking. He moved it over, stroking another part of her, and Sonja quickly forgot all about the scar.