[He tilts his head, giving her a vaguely exasperated look. Like he’s once again wondering if she ever listens to herself.]
Considering your reaction to the word "marinate," I wasn’t sure you could handle phrases like "pornography," "erotica," or "stories about people fucking."
[See, now he’s being crude.
But then he takes a breath and sighs, glancing up at the simulated sky above them.]
A child that’s lost its softness is still a child. Abuse or neglect doesn’t turn them into adults, it turns them into wounded children.
[He should know, he’s seen enough sick, abused and neglected kids come and go at the hospital, their spirits broken. And he didn’t exactly have an ideal childhood himself, so he knows that wounded children turn into broken adults.]
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Considering your reaction to the word "marinate," I wasn’t sure you could handle phrases like "pornography," "erotica," or "stories about people fucking."
[See, now he’s being crude.
But then he takes a breath and sighs, glancing up at the simulated sky above them.]
A child that’s lost its softness is still a child. Abuse or neglect doesn’t turn them into adults, it turns them into wounded children.
[He should know, he’s seen enough sick, abused and neglected kids come and go at the hospital, their spirits broken. And he didn’t exactly have an ideal childhood himself, so he knows that wounded children turn into broken adults.]