I listened carefully to all she had to say. Her struggle was similar to mine, though for different reasons.

I will try to be good. I, too, needs must put forth a daily effort to follow that conviction.

Turning slightly toward her, I mirror her prior actions, touching gentle fingers to the scar. "Mayhap a little of both," I commented, meeting her gaze. "I understand what it is to struggle in such a way. I'm not kind, though I strive to be."