Grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

Some secrets are safer kept hidden. Some secrets are too dangerous to share, even with those you love and trust.

Let them see that their words can cut you, and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.