It's true. Of course it's true. She knows the scars on his hands. She knows the small nicks and scrapes that have turned into her own scattering of scars already.

It's the bullet wound that makes her since. Her stomach twists and her heart skips at the same time, shoulders turning slightly in on themselves before she can catch a deeper breath.

"...it's still-- unknown. Real... real physical pain, I mean."