"Yeah, you're being a pessimist," Terrence said. He had never bothered mincing words. "Doesn't mean you're not also being realistic, but the two aren't always the same thing." He shrugged. He wasn't a healer or anything, to tell her that her arm was going to be just fine. And he wasn't going to insist that she think everything would turn out perfectly when, in his experience, things often went to shit. But also in his experience, the important thing was to keep going and get through the shit to the other side.
He laughed. "Don't ask me where that came from. There's a reason I stick to one-letter nicknames."