Alessia flinched at his harsh choice of words. "I'm not… useless." The bandages on her fingers had already come off and she began to pick at her nails and skin. "I've just never done any of those things before."
"I see…" Dervan hummed, then his eyes unconsciously shifted to her hands and he frowned. Without warning, he picked up a pen from his desk and threw it at her, making her jump.
"What was that–"
"Why do you do that?" He asked sharply, gesturing at the raw skin of her fingers. "Doesn't it hurt?"
Alessia followed his gaze, her eyes settling on her hands. She looked away. "I don't mind it. It keeps me calm."
His frown deepened. "Stop it. I don't like it when people bleed in front of me." He said flatly and she nodded, separating her fingers. He then leaned back in his chair and picked up another pen and book.
"What's your name?" He asked. "Your real name."
Alessia's lips thinned and her eyes darted to the side. "Alessia Marino."
