And are just now grasping what pain is like (Open, breakdown)

[WINTERWOLF]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Winterwolf saw everything in dull colors. There was little in the world that grabbed his attention and reeled him in, little that warranted more than a glance. Life was easier to navigate when the world was shades of gray — he saw with a precise clarity that doesn't come from the sunset and the ocean waves. Lately, the world had bled back in. Bits and pieces, but he's beginning to understand how blue the sky is. To feel it. In the same way, he had never experienced the other emotions that came with life. Anger, irritation, some amusement, but everything was felt in halves. Yet that wasn't to say that on some level, he didn't understand them. He knew how deeply pain could bite, sharp teeth sinking in and tearing at your heart. He knew it like he'd felt it in another life, knew it instinctively, in a primal, ancient manner. Everyone must, even if it's new.

When Winterwolf sees Thea there, crumbled to the ground with her claws in her head, he knows what she's feeling and senses some returning emotion twinging in his chest. Empathy. How sickening. The lion is slow in his approach, because even though she was much smaller than him, she was still grieving. "You won't solve anything like that," he murmurs, though his voice is gruff as he reaches with one heavy paw to attempt and guide her own away from her head. Whatever she did in retaliation, he can take it. After all, he's felt worse.