A/N: Short, I know, but there you have it. SVU's not mine. Written for the challenge 'Point of View'.
I wondered what it'd belike to see though the eyes of a victim. It scared me sometimes, when I thought about it, because the victim I usually saw myself seeing through was almost always a child. I wondered exactly why that was, and didn't think I wanted to know.

I wondered what it'd be like to always view the world through frightened eyes. Wondered what it would be like to live in constant fear. I myself had lost my own innocence a long time ago. But each time I took a child's case, it was like losing it all over again.

I wondered what they thought as they went through their lives. I looked over my own shoulder every day. But it was for reasons far more different than theirs. I wondered what it was like to cry to sleep every night, what it was like to have to look and see if someone you knew was coming to give you hell had showed up without them even noticing.

I wondered what they thought when they saw the gold shields of those who would become their so-called saviors. Wondered how they felt when they were delivered from their personal darkness by someone who gave a damn about them. Wondered if they knew that saving them was what we lived for, and that every time we saw them broken, it broke us, too.

I'd often wondered what it was like to see through the eyes of a victim. Sometimes I thought about it more than I should have. But the fact remained that I had the eyes of a detective, and always would. What I saw and felt and thought would always be different from what they did.

The problem with this line of thought, I mused, was that it was impossible to tell which point of view hurt worse.