That was all scars were, mental reminders of why one had them. Negative memories burned into the brain far easier than positive ones. It was partially why so many of the minds he crawled into had a permanent space in his mind. The negative places he needed see to find their motives and recall their actions before they even made them at times. His fingers traced the line over his shirt. The blade was always kept at its sharpest to cut through without damage to the cut of meat.
The question came as a surprise. The dogs running off into the woods that filled all the spaces in-between; their barks and play dancing through the trees as much as they were. "No," he answered moments later. "It would be nice to have hallucinations that are more positive than I'm used to, but if I hadn't been okay with what happened I would not have let it happen to begin with."
His fishing pole set aside on the open door of the shed, hand wrapping to the side of her waist. "It was unexpected. I'm used to people either using me or running away from me."