*there's no getting around it now. he has to tell her the truth, or her mind will never be able to settle -- though he's sure it will only unsettle her more. casting his gaze guiltily downward toward his fists balled around his folded knees, he confesses,*

it was... a part of me.

*he has to choke down a surge of bile in his throat before he can continue, the acid biting at his voice as he forces hoarsely onward toward the truth.*

one of my organs, she-- she insisted--