"...I don't know." He thinks about it for a moment as they continue to walk, frowning faintly. Finally, he continues, "Right now, I'm not. But I think maybe... maybe I will be? Once I've had to chance to... resolve some things."

There's another pause, but it's a pregnant one, and sure enough he continues again. "People who've been through trauma need to process what happened to them before they can heal and move on. But if we're not given a chance to go through that processing, it's going to keep us..." He gestures with his free hand, trying to grasp at a word or concept, settling finally on, "wounded."

He looks down at her, his eyes dark and hooded. "How can we be our best selves if we're walking around wounded?"