The worst kind of people will always find those weaknesses. No matter what.

[ the quiet steel in her voice shakes with barely contained disgust, a hatred that is not a fire but rather cold, the kind of cold that comes from knowing all too well what it is like, to see people take those weaknesses and take away everything you hold dear, one by one. ]

It would be kinder, to be cut with a knife. [ physical pain is one thing... the terror that comes with knowing that someone has that power over you is another entirely. ]