"I'll tell you, but I want something in return if I do," Amy addresses the man who penetrated her and swallowed her liquid just days ago.
"Tell me what?" he sits up in his bed to face the talking young girl.
"What I was doing with the knife," she responds as she sits beside Raphael. Relieved that she was opening up to him, he looks her attentively in the eyes. "But I need you to promise me that you'll give me what I want in return before I ask for it."
"Why should I-"
"You'll know why when I tell you! And I can't keep doing it!" She doesn't know what to say next.
"Okay," Raphael agrees to give her what she wants, determined to know what's bothering her so he can make it better. The troubled girl decides it must be easier to simply show him. She pushes a single sleeve up, revealing scars from the many times she had drawn blood for Raphael's sake.
"Amy! Why-"
"Because as long as I'm human, I don't see why I shouldn't be giving you my blood. It would be selfish of me not to... I'm so tired..."
"Why would you do something so foolish?" he raises his tone to her.
"I... I just wanted you to-"
"Stop worrying so much about me, Amy," he sighs. "I'm the one looking out for you, remember?"
"Maybe you should let me take care of myself," she replies hostily.
"Take care of yourself? You call this-" he grabs her scarred arm, loosely flinging it throughout its demonstration, "taking care of yourself? Look at what you've done to yourself, Amy."
She pulls her arm back, nearly dropping her entire body with the force it takes her to do so. "Stop trying to be my father. I know what I'm doing."
"What I am to you has nothing to do with my concern for you. But alright, I'll stop being your father if you stop acting like a child," he returns.
"I'm sixteen years old! And I'm human, thanks to you! What else do you expect from me?" she accepts her teenage irrationality with pride. "And you know what? I like being a teenager."
Raphael doesn't believe her, but he follows up anyway. "I like being your father."
This leaves her completely speechless and she shies away, covering her scarred arm.