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[@Silvan Haven][@Crimmy][@Write][@Plank Sinatra][/center]

Pushing through struggles?

Well, that'd be a nice romanticization of it. Really, I'd have argued something more along the lines of stumbling, but...

She wasn't wrong about the others. It was the whole reason I'd stepped up for electroshock torture all of four hours prior, after all. I could take a lot, but letting other people get hurt...

It sat wrongly with me. As if I'd failed them somehow.

...So I bleed as an act of penance for my failures?

Weeeeh, that's a weird way to turn. Are we sure this wasn't some repressed masochism?

Maybe. But if it could help others, I could accept being a little less sane than I liked to pretend. As long as it didn't make anything weird, I was actually really grateful for... whatever had bubbled up inside of me. This drive I'd gained to support others. This desire to lend them some of whatever gumption kept me ticking. 

[i]The conviction to see everyone through to the end, no matter the cost.[/i]

Well, taking it seriously, that sure [i]sounded[/i] goo—hold that thought [i]WHAT[/i]

I turned my head to Beryl, trying my level best to mask my shock. I had just been thinking about it, when did she learn?! Wasn't your semblance a hydrokinetic sort of thing, and [i]not[/i] mindreading?!

[b]"What makes you say that?"[/b] I responded, carefully neutralizing my voice.