[ Nothing, he knows nothing. He wouldn't even know what trauma was unless its blunt force trauma. Pain was good, suffering was good, fear was good, anger was good. Useful tools to sharpen your hatred and fuel your desire to win. Things that were supposed to make you impenetrable and they did, for a small while.
The idea of sorting through anything was so novel it earned a scoff. Yet he doesn't know how to reply... that someone was admitting they didn't know, they couldn't even comprehend it. And many different things came to the tip of his tongue only to stay there. But he couldn't say any of them. They were weak.
Finally: ] Well, don't worry on my account. I'll be fine.
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The idea of sorting through anything was so novel it earned a scoff. Yet he doesn't know how to reply... that someone was admitting they didn't know, they couldn't even comprehend it. And many different things came to the tip of his tongue only to stay there. But he couldn't say any of them. They were weak.
Finally: ] Well, don't worry on my account. I'll be fine.