This was a place where dead people breathed.

Your perceptiveness however, puts me in a tight spot.”She frowned. “Why? Because I can see through your lies?”“No,” he said quietly. “Because you can see past my false strengths. Even the ones I use to fool myself.

If we tell you even a fraction of our stories, will you still be able to look at us? Or will you only see the scars?

Learn how to hurt them so they know how to heal. Sometimes, that’s the only way they’ll listen.