[Sounds like their paths took an opposite trajectory, then, with perhaps some overlap in certain key formative years. She tries to imagine him young and downtrodden, angry, volatile and sharp-edged like a knife. Tricky thing, but she can see it. Life leaves its marks.
She props up one hand, her fingers trace her collarbone and rest against the hollow of her throat. The only scars she cared to have the regenerists remove were here once. The ghost of them lingers.]
If you could go back and tell yourself something of your future - what would you say?
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[Sounds like their paths took an opposite trajectory, then, with perhaps some overlap in certain key formative years. She tries to imagine him young and downtrodden, angry, volatile and sharp-edged like a knife. Tricky thing, but she can see it. Life leaves its marks.
She props up one hand, her fingers trace her collarbone and rest against the hollow of her throat. The only scars she cared to have the regenerists remove were here once. The ghost of them lingers.]
If you could go back and tell yourself something of your future - what would you say?