Rumi's marks were exposed, shown, the disgusting mark that symbolised the very thing they were tasked to kill— demons.

Zoey reluctantly aimed her weapon at Rumi, taking only two swords instead of three in each of my hand. She stared at her, hoping that those marks were fake— that the rain will wash it off her skin, but it didn't. “Rumi..."

Mira's eyes narrowed, staring at Rumi, feeling anger and sadness from how she kept this from them. She took out her woldo, pointed at her... her hand shaking— unsure. “How many lies have you feed us?”