Lost Creek Hollow Nemo Sine Vitio Est

He was going to heal... There was something in the way he said this that caught on and resonated inside Sarah's mind. She had rarely considered her self-loathing spikes, the emotionless darkness, the jumbled up emotions, when they were there, and occasional lack of willingness to live as a disease. That this was not a punishment for her past mistakes, rather that this was something that had taken over her and plagued her, given the right circumstances.

And if only she could admit that there was a hope even for her to heal and get better, to stop suffering, she would also be just like Gannet. Serene. It was probably a question of will - it was easier to hang on to the past with pain reminding her that it was real still at some point. Sadly, she had to admit that she was not yet ready to will the disease away. 

"Tell me a story," she asked, thinking that not helping to move the conversation on twice (or thrice) was not entirely polite. And that she should give just a little effort to help Gannet help her. "Anything, any kind."