Edie was well aware that her boyfriend was beginning to catch on to her strange demeanor, though she still did nothing but continue to remain quiet and lost in thought. Despite the fact that she hated flying, it was easy to be guided through the airport as though they were on autopilot. She was sure they looked like any other happy couple with the way they squished themselves against each other, her arms wrapped around his chest as though it was the only thing that could ever keep her safe. She was nervous about flying, but it was nothing compared to the terror of what would be at the other side of that flight waiting for her. She let go of him only when it was necessary to board, and even the instant that she settled in her seat, she was reaching out to hold tight to his hand as though it were her lifeline. What would happen to them when he found out? What would Beck do to Kato...? She was property, was she not? He'd threatened anyone that dared show interest in his Edie before, what was to say Kato would be any different.

He had to know. Kato had to know. And it was that that had the girl talking, the full weight of those green eyes staring straight at their entwined fingers. She could tell he was confused by her words, though the girl didn't immediately respond at all. Instead her fingertips merely played with Kato's as she tried to steady herself. It was too late, she said over and over to herself. They were on the plane. There was no going back. It was Kato's questioning of who He was that had the girl shiver, her hand immediately tightening on his as though to focus herself. "I... um..." She stammered out, still not sure how to tell him the story that had plagued her for so long. She'd reinvented herself in Sacrosanct, or so she thought, and yet she was still struggling with this. It was the implication that no one owned her that had the girl shaking her head, because no, he did. So many years she had been told that she was property to him. She shook her head at the notion of coming back. "No, I... I don't think I'll..." She didn't know how to explain it. It was as though a piece of her was still locked away in that old pack, still belonging to him. She would have to return there, because her person wasn't hers.

"M-My family... Wants power..." The girl's gaze didn't quite meet Kato's even though his hand cupped her cheek. She tilted her head into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to form the words that would undoubtably break the bond that they held together "I mean... so do I... I didn't become Frost's Beta for anything but power. But I... They..." How did she even begin to explain the horrors of what she had gone through. "I g-grew up with this boy. B...Beck." His name tasted putrid on her tongue, and yet she forced herself to continue. "He was the son of the Alpha. The Beta once he became old enough, and undoubtedly he would become the Alpha when he was older. My parents... in exchange for a high ranking within the pack... promised me to Beck for marriage. I was... six." The girl trembled, the memory of being told who she would spend her life with at such a young age still fresh in her mind.

"From that moment on, I belonged to him. I was... I was forced to spend any of my time with him. I couldn't do what he didn't want me to do, I couldn't dress certain ways or talk to people or wear makeup or anything that a normal girl would. I didn't talk to any of the other girls in the pack, and I didn't talk to any of the other boys that weren't Beck's friends. He to... told me that I was worthless, that I was lucky because at least he loved me, and no one else ever would." The girl's voice was barely a whisper as she spoke, trembling as she tried her best to tell the tale. "If I didn't listen, he'd...." She shook her head, her eyes opening to look at Kato for just a second before her gaze fell once more to her lap.

"The worst happened when he found out about my healing power. I had been practicing, but apparently what I was doing wasn't good enough. I had to be able to heal myself, too. That was the only way I would be... valuable..." She felt as though she wanted to crawl out of her skin, the realization that Kato would likely be disgusted with her enough to make those tears well in her eyes. What if he thought she was worthless too? "I couldn't... I still can't. But he used to... give me incentives to heal myself. He'd hold me down or tie me up or get his friends to help him as he would... cut me... or hit me... or whatever he wanted to do that day. He used to tell me that if I was in enough pain, I'd figure out how my power worked." She looked up at Kato pathetically, finally meeting his gaze. "I can't tell you how many times I went home with broken bones - he snapped my wrist one time, it still aches when the weather gets bad - and my parents would yell at me for not pleasing him."