[Raven can't quite explain why the idea of Charles losing his trust in people made her suddenly feel so sick. She'd spent so much time resenting him for his unyielding optimism. Yet here he is now. So close to losing any shred of hope. Her hand curls into a tight fist, nails digging into her palm.]
I've gone to a clinic. They stitched it up. [She doesn't answer his question as to the pain. It hurts a great deal even with the painkillers and the alcohol she's drank on top of it. But what did it matter? He couldn't do anything about it.]
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I've gone to a clinic. They stitched it up. [She doesn't answer his question as to the pain. It hurts a great deal even with the painkillers and the alcohol she's drank on top of it. But what did it matter? He couldn't do anything about it.]