Words had power. Words left scars.

Sebastian was aware of how much power his voice had. He could stop a man's heart with a gun, but words have a sort of power that wounds more.

He knew words could either heal or break a man.

He knew that. He could dangle that power over people's heads, terrorise them.

Make their life a living hell.

But he didn't.

He couldn't.

Sebastian wore his own scars from words. They were deep cuts on his heart, unhealable shots in his brain.

Words could heal a man.

But words can never heal Sebastian.