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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KentArnold" data-source="post: 2860768" data-attributes="member: 40219">He sat there for he didnt know how long, her last words echoing in his mind.Dont hurt yourself again.He looked at himself, "Don't hurt myself, huh?"He smiled at he picked up his guitar and began to play, "As if I could seriously injure myself for any length of time? The wounds heal in time, and even the scars are not as serious as they used to be."He looked at his legs, where they'd been seriously bloodied up not too long ago and could barely see the scars. "My abilities are still growing. Two months ago such injuries would have left a scar for weeks. Now ... "He sighed, "If only the scars in other places could heal with the same ease? But I guess I must bear the scars somewhere, if not on the body, in the mind."You're worthless!He wondered about that.If you werent around, things would be so much better!They finally found a way to accomplish that, but was their life so much better? Or had they poisoned their own lives with so much bitterness that they needed healing as well?He shrugged it off, trying not to dwell on it, such thoughts were counterproductive to growing out of the problems he'd experienced. It'd been months since his last serious episode, and he didnt want to experience another one.The pain ripped through him as he'd landed. He could see parts of his stomach, and the deep shade of the blood said that perhaps this time he'd accomplished his goal. But the pain was unbearable so he rolled off, flesh tearing as he did so, and landed in shallow water.The water stung, but it washed the grit away. And soon enough he realized all he'd done was rip his side open. He'd done worse and survived, and sure enough, the pain began to recede as the bleeding slowed.He'd just taken it for granted back then the speed he healed at, he'd never thought about the idea he might be Elite. He shook his head, shoving such thoughts away, it'd been hours before a rescue team found him, and by then, all he had to show for it was some blood on his shirt, and a body that could barely move. Some suicide attempt.He snorted, "Worthy? Me? Am I really worthy of the title Elite? What does it really mean?"He sighed once more and returned to his playing, wondering just what was going through Cassie's mind or even Charlotte's mind at the moment. They had things together far more than he did, or probably ever would."SARAH? What was the reasons for Cassandra Prophet's departure from the Institute and do you have any way to reach her?"</blockquote>

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