mmm the lightning scars and the stigmata and the fucking. skin
he's so deeply fucked up. he's been fucking soaked with milk and chucked against the wall by the universe over and over again and forced to wear reminders beneath his clothes of how cruel the world has been to him and he can't see them as anything other than evidence of his purpose, his only use. to take the brunt of the storm, to shield the innocent of its might and almost kill himself in the process
he looks in the mirror and sees the proof that he can never be anything else than a sacrifice














