Humanity means wearing your mistakes on your skin, means your body becomes a map, leylines connecting one trauma to the next and to the next, like stars in a constellation of pain. Immortals are supposed to be immune to that visceral sort of memory.
“...why did that scar?”
“It was the greatest betrayal of my life; would you expect it to just fade away?”
- @etherati. Taproot.
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