I was resilient though, I could credit myself with that. Like a worm that had been chopped in half—never really the same again, but still managing to survive. After everything, I couldn’t tell whether it was a gift or a curse, but it meant I’d experienced some shit and learned when to be patient. Bide my time, wait for a miracle, and pray to fuck that they either killed me quickly or dropped me back on Earth. No current preference.
