Bitterroot Valley There was somewhere else you wanted to be.

Etienne had many stories. More stories than he had lifetime actually. His life had been riddled with a series of unfortunate events and misfortunes. How many people could even boast the life he had lived, other than his family.

I am a 'ealer, but I don't mean dat I just 'eal. I mean I am a 'ealer at my very bein' do dat make sense?

Etienne did not know how to explain himself. He didn't like to hunt because it hurt prey. He felt emotions of other's easily. He was sensitive and otherworldly, but had a spine of steel. He could be sassy as anyone, but also gentle as the smallest creature.

I be seein' all sufferin'. I do my best to fix it. I wipe faces and tell dem it be okay even if it won't. Dat is wut I do.

Honestly felt like at this point his soul was in tatters. But it held fast to his skin and bone. Even when he had tried to snuff it out himself.

T'ank You.