["Not feeling like this". That's a hard one. Some of it, maybe even most of it, has to come from the inside. But some of it has to come from the outside, too. No one can feel safe without safety existing. No one can move past the need for safety, on to other things in life, without safety being there enough to be taken for granted.]
[He tucks the stiletto back into his boot and runs his hand over the trunk of the tree. There's a gouge there. He never can feel anyone else's pain, he thinks he would die if he could, but sometimes he thinks he can imagine it, hurt bleeding like sap over his fingers and oozing under his skin.]
If you don't know, then maybe we can figure it out.
[His hand glows gold; he presses his palm flat to the wound in the tree.]
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[He tucks the stiletto back into his boot and runs his hand over the trunk of the tree. There's a gouge there. He never can feel anyone else's pain, he thinks he would die if he could, but sometimes he thinks he can imagine it, hurt bleeding like sap over his fingers and oozing under his skin.]
If you don't know, then maybe we can figure it out.
[His hand glows gold; he presses his palm flat to the wound in the tree.]
Have you seen how he talks to Jonathan lately?
[I have.]