Tally came back late that evening. David was just putting out the fire.

"Tally…You haven't been yourself lately." He said, somewhat randomly.

"What are you talking about? I'm just special." Was her simple reply. She sat in a chair and looked at David suspiciously.

"No Tally. You heard is very Ugly. You think like one. There's something else. Or someone."

"Don't say it!"

"Zane."

Tally shot up out of her chair and within a matter of seconds had tackled David to the ground. "Don't ever accuse me of something like that! You know it's not true."

"Tally, it is. You refuse to believe it."

"You're the one that's refusing! Refusing to be quiet."

"Get off of me!"

Tally spat in his face and dug her fingernails into his wrist, which she had a strong grip on.

"Tally! Stop!"

"Leave me alone! Is it unusual to sad when your boyfriend dies?"

"It's unusual to cut yourself though."

"How do you know I-"

David reached into his pocket with his free hand and brought up a sharp machete. "Why Tally?"

"Because I have to deal with impossible people like you!" She stood up, and kicked his side with all of her might. Then she ran off into her tent, in tears. Yes, tears. David had never seen a Cutter cry. Especially not his Tally.