There was enough of it in the world that he'd long ago grown hard to it; if he'd paid heed to every little ache and scrape, there'd be none of him left. Stef :( I love his pov here, how he just accepts the shitty things that happened to him, but doesn't accept them happening to Vanyel.

And poor Vanyel. You just keep escalating the torment, but the fact he even wants to try to get better instead of wallowing in his misery is just. My god this is perfect and I need to lie down.