"That's an important step. Take it from one of the scary monsters; if you're gonna hurt someone, it's best to do it on purpose." Nyx traces something in the dust of the street; a skull, ringed by briars. "...I'm lucky, in a way. I have to hurt people with my body. I can lose my temper, or hallucinate somethin' and make the wrong call, but ultimately I'm just a real weird girl with a knife. Sounds like you had a bit of a touchier problem, youngblood."

Unspoken, yet gently there, is the invitation to talk about it.