little anodynes

He has never been the sort of person who would stupidly scrub at his flesh until it bled in an attempt to wash away ingrained blood. He can see the fallacies in that. He's an intelligent man.

He knows all sorts of things.

He knows, for instance, that little daily distractions, both good and bad, are the best way to keep himself busy. The mind must be occupied, or it returns to deeper matters. A new life depends on a thousand tiny bricks to give it foundation.

Moments link together to help him forget the tattoos beneath his human skin.

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