Redsand Canyon I don't know the half of it anymore

The things we do to survive don't define us. It was something he, honestly, needed to hear. In here, where it was safe to look inward with compassion, he could see the sad, angry child still within him. It would take a lot to heal that part of himself. 

Her question pulled him from his thoughts. He settled his gaze on her face. We can spar whenever you want, he promised her. He wanted her to feel safe and ready for anything that might happen. 

Aquene? he said after a moment. I—I really appreciate this. He drew in a deep breath. I have never talked about my past with anyone else. It was a relief to have someone else to help him process things. It was even better that he could return the favor.