She wanted something she didn't have words for- peace, numbness, something.

I did survive. I still am. And it won't happen again.

It wasn't the tattoo that had changed her, had given her repossession of her body. It was her actions, her choices. It was finding the path when it looked like there weren't any paths to be found.

I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl.

She might scream when the nightmares found her, but not by choice, not when she was awake.

You're not weak at all. Wounded, but that's nothing to be ashamed of.