[it's a lot to take in. The events that were burned into his memory were foreign to her, so that only bits filtered through as she tried to process it and keep up with him.
Some are painfully clear. As he describes the imprisonment and the torturous hold, she can't help the look of horror that flashes across her features. It's not that she hasn't heard worse. Worse or similar or less doesn't matter. It's that it was too much.
"Why do some men break and others just...don't?"
He'd asked her that,too, and she could have answered why, tonight. It was because they were given so much. More than anyone could take and remain sane. Beaten and tortured and left for dead... it was a wonder they ever came out the other side.
The rest of the story, though, was where their paths diverted. Because the resentment he mentioned was familiar...but not for her. It was an altogether different echo, and her sorrow and sympathy was for both young men...one the fortunate unfortunate...and one left to suffer a worse fate far out of fortune's reach.]
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Some are painfully clear. As he describes the imprisonment and the torturous hold, she can't help the look of horror that flashes across her features. It's not that she hasn't heard worse. Worse or similar or less doesn't matter. It's that it was too much.
"Why do some men break and others just...don't?"
He'd asked her that,too, and she could have answered why, tonight. It was because they were given so much. More than anyone could take and remain sane. Beaten and tortured and left for dead... it was a wonder they ever came out the other side.
The rest of the story, though, was where their paths diverted. Because the resentment he mentioned was familiar...but not for her. It was an altogether different echo, and her sorrow and sympathy was for both young men...one the fortunate unfortunate...and one left to suffer a worse fate far out of fortune's reach.]