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No one is beyond repair, friend. Not even you.

I wish I believed that were true.

While I do not know what has broken you, I don't believe any force, however brutal is strong enough to shatter permanently.

I've seen magic that cripples. Stains on souls that can never be undone. There are actions that have effected people I love, that have left wounds so deep that they can never truly heal.

And when I think of those things, I realized there are worse things that what I've been going through.

And I have known such things to happen to others without the use of magic.

We all carry burdens on our backs, friend. I am sure yours can be lifted if you simply summon up the strength.

The worst damage I've ever seen done to a person had nothing to do with magic.

The events that inspired those words ... it wasn't a burden so much as a silent attack. I don't think she realized how much she hurt me.

I see...However gifted or powerful we may be, our hearts will always be our greatest weakness.

Well, as you can see, I have no skill in counseling, nor was I ever especially gifted toward others, but I do know that you have had pain inflicted on you, and yet you live. Since you live, the pain exists only to heal once again. And perhaps she understands more so than you realize?

One could argue it also serves as our greatest strengh also. A person's heart can be the source of insecurity, but it also breeds courage and the will to stand up for whats right.

Jill gets swallowed by her own pain and sometimes she gets so lost in it, her normally keen perception gets skewed.

::shifts slightly, somewhat discomforted by the more deeply personal turn of the conversation. Pauses for a moment in thought::

*ahem* So, I assume she has perceived you wrongly in some manner...Erm, do you believe Jill to still be lost at the moment?

I wouldn't say that. She knows me better then anyone else really. Sadly yes, I'm afraid that no matter what I do ... she'll always be lost one way or another.

::the shift is noticed::

It's nothing I should trouble you with stranger ... The wounds are just so fresh that they're still a bit hard to ignore.

::Hastily and embarrassed::

Oh no, no. It's no trouble. I have never experienced as you have, but I do know what it means to be wounded.