“Velasin, you might be adrift, you might be hurt and healing, but you’re not damaged.” “I feel damaged,” he said, softly. Cae inhaled, staring at the floor as he struggled to find his words. Finally, he said, “I can’t tell you how to feel about yourself, but I can say I don’t share the sentiment. That’s not how I think of you. That’s never how I’ve thought of you.”
