Everybody's got a weakness. A weakness that slows down time, making pain more insufferable. Every minute turns into hours. Every hour turns into days. Then there is me. A girl who was strong. A girl who was a fighter, hunter, tracker. I was emotionless. I was steel and I liked being just that. They said I had no emotion. No weakness only strong points and skill. But the thing is, everyone gets hurt. Everyone bleeds. Steel can melt. Steel can bend with just the right amount of strength. Who knew that a three year old boy would be my strength? I mean if he does die, I die. They thought I had no weakness. But turns out.... Mines is just afraid of being alone.