Swiftcurrent Creek i brought you my bullets; you brought me your love

Where have you been?

Everywhere. Nowhere. All at once. He struggled to answer, sought in vain to come up with the words—and then came up short, anyway, after several silent moments passed between them.

Doesn't matter, he eventually replied. His cool gold gaze landed upon her scars. Who did that?

And were the wounds she held inside just as bad as his? 

Of course they were. 

No one could look like that, the boy thought, without suffering to the marrow of their being for it.