"Yes, yes. Hurt like hell, very good," Midnight interrupts, impatient with my focus on the details. "That bit of it doesn't bother me – it's what I realize now looking back on it that is sticking with me right now. Granted, I was caught up in my own bitterness, the pain, and the arrogance I used to help me fight through that hellish shithole – but I ignored any attempts at someone showing concern for me. A genuine bit of sympathy, I think."