It... [She has literally never had to try to explain this before, and it's proving harder than she might have thought it would be.] When it hurts, it has a beginning and it ends. I control it.

[A beat of hesitation and she looks down.]

Tomas meant it to be penance or sacrifice. Blood spilled for God.

[Her tone makes it clear that it isn't that, for her. Not anymore, anyway.]