"Makes it easy to control them, if you can't leave. One look at your face and everyone knows what you are."

Ellie says it softly, and it sounds cold. She knows a little bit about being a kid who needed to be kept in line. What happened to her wasn't half so monstrous, though. She thinks of Lev, of the long-healed scars on his cheeks, and wonders again. Why.

What was the final push for him to realize that he and Yara needed to get out?

It's none of her business and never will be, but she shivers anyway.