You don't know my life. And I'm afraid to talk about it because how can I compare my grief to the grief of losing an entire world?
You're so much stronger than I am. Any complaint I might have is weak and completely invalid against the kinds of things you've lived through.
[It's a surprisingly frank and honest admission, but then again, can one really not be true to themselves in a dream? This is Darin's very core; a being of memory and experience and Allura might notice that the hand she's gripping is scarred.]
[And if she looks at him more closely she'll see he's covered head to toe in scars. Vicious, jagged looking things; wounds that are cut deep and have only healed on the surface. These are the scars he's always carried.]
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You don't know my life. And I'm afraid to talk about it because how can I compare my grief to the grief of losing an entire world?
You're so much stronger than I am. Any complaint I might have is weak and completely invalid against the kinds of things you've lived through.
[It's a surprisingly frank and honest admission, but then again, can one really not be true to themselves in a dream? This is Darin's very core; a being of memory and experience and Allura might notice that the hand she's gripping is scarred.]
[And if she looks at him more closely she'll see he's covered head to toe in scars. Vicious, jagged looking things; wounds that are cut deep and have only healed on the surface. These are the scars he's always carried.]
No wonder you couldn't stand me...