No I don't.
I would hardly call our encounters as fights. Playful exchanges, disagreements, jabs and evasive maneuvers, sure, but none have been even remotely close to an actual fight. At least from my end.
Believe it or not, despite the callous and hardened exterior I display sometimes, I am quite capable of feeling emotion, sympathy, empathy, and compassion. A level of feeling that I suspect I burns much more intensely than the average person. If you've noticed, when someone goes out of their way to tell me that they're getting upset, I tend to back down and apologize. There are often times that I hold back simply to spare someone's feelings. I just don't feel that the Everfree Forest is really all that much of a place worthy to let yourself get upset over things. At the end of the day, I give everyone around here my attention, pay attention to their words, attempt to entertain and make other laugh, and even offer an ear to listen as well as words of advice to those who might do the same in return.
Think of me both as an armor plated ball of thick skin surrounding a bundle of sensitive nerves, as well as a spongey mess of those nerve endings constantly seeking and writhing with sensation, wrapped around an unbreakable core. Whichever is more appropriate.
It is both hard to get under my skin, and ineffective once you do. Easy to catch my attention, and wounds me deeply when it matters. I feel everything, and I feel nothing at all.
I am as simple as I am complex.
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