Will had no idea how to respond to that. He’d known a fellow in the trenches who’d taken to pinching himself viciously, so his wrists were a constant mess of half-moon nail marks. He didn’t want to think of a young Kim hurting his body to escape his mind, or of these scars as proof he had lived through whatever it was. The idea gave him a vast, aching sorrow too big for him to contain.
God the pain
