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Date: 2018-03-19 11:18 pm (UTC)
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[John takes a seat on the edge of his bed, just listening. He's good at listening. Better than he is at thinking of the right thing to say.

He's always known Chyler had more than just a rough upbringing, that she's been training for war since before she was old enough to understand what war meant. Child soldier. John's met plenty of them in his career. All of them victims, no matter which side of the line they were on.

They're from different universes, but Chyler's story isn't a new one. Even on Earth, people are born into fights with too much hurt and too much history to quit. Violence begetting violence begetting even more violence.

John remembers the night they met, Chyler vomiting by herself in a back alley while most kids her age were out celebrating. PTSD comes in all shapes and sizes, and it doesn't discriminate.]


What happened?

[Not consoling, not yet. Chyler's still talking, and he's still listening. He doesn't want her to stop until she's said her piece, and gotten whatever it is that's poisoning her out of her system.]
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