@nephiledâ continued from this meme
Petals press together, suppressing a wince as blunt fingers work on the open flesh in her shoulder. At least it had stopped bleeding, for the most part. The silence lingers between them for a moment, the weight of her words hovering over both of them. She stands by the statement, believing it to be truth to the very depth of her being.
Some of the water drips down her back, causing the half shirt still covering her frame to stick to her flesh. That should teach her not to go out on patrols wearing her new blouses. More than once before had she had to trash her outfits after a particularly rough night. Tonightâs shirt was just the latest victim to the discard pile.
âThere are other experiences, sure. But the lessons donât come from the happy times. How we learn, really learn, is from pain. It doesnât matter how much weâre warned, theory doesnât make the learning stick. The hurt, it engraves it on our minds. Itâs the only thing us humans understand, because weâd do anything to avoid feeling the pain again.â