Bonds formed bring about a great happiness never known and always unique then strife battles hard fought anger grow bond restricting cracking breaking held together by only the most fragile strand... Then like the art of kintsugi we fill the cracks with golden memories growing through the brutality of battle we learn about one another and ourselves filled to the brim with regret for our foolishness we last down the Axe working together to fix this fragile crack filling it ever so carefully with more and more golden memories stronger memories bond renewed stronger  and with a devastating beauty  unbeknownst to us the uniques that made it beautiful made it stronger than we thought possible forever we will remember our beautiful scar