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"All my life I've been called heartless, my other life, my real life, the one you rewrote. Now look at me."
We're quite the same, you and I, aren't we? We both had our hearts ripped out young and have been numb ever since. War does that to you, doesn't it? And you fought in a war, just as surely as I did. Your enemy- not an army, as was mine, nor your father, but yourself. What that man made you feel about yourself, and the fear that'd you'd become him. The hiding when you thought you had. Yes, my friend, we've both been numb for quite a while.
"Better a broken heart than no heart at all."
"Try it! You try it!"
Oh, but I have, far too well. The things I could tell you, show you, if we had the time or the strength. Tales of warsick old men in leather jackets and of young blonde girls that give souls to those who've lost theirs. Of learning to love, and losing that love. Of trying to forget, and then dreaming and searching. Of finding, but then realizing, and letting go. Of watching blond girls on the beach choose another, another you gave them. Of running so far away, deluding yourself into thinking you'd forget, hoping the pain would dull, wishing that you'd never felt anything, so that you wouldn't have lost it.
But also of remembering who you were before you felt it, who she let you become, what she gave you. Pain is how you're sure it happened. If you couldn't feel it, how would you remember it? And without remembering that, all you can remember is war.
We're quite the same, you and I, aren't we? For so long, I wanted to be heartless. You're the spitting image of what I was, numb and running, would be still if not for certain blonde soul-bearers on beaches. Oh, make no mistake, I still run, my friend. You know, an object in motion will remain in motion and all that…
But let me tell you, a heart, broken or no, makes an excellent unbalanced force.