Memory and pain and sorrow, beauty and joy and loss, faith returned, hope renewed, dreams shatterred... all are seen and passed by.

Scars are like a map, old and new, remembered, dreamed, scorned, hoped for.

In Bruce's eyes, too much is seen. By Bruce's eyes, too much is seen. And he watches. He remembers her picture, from a thousand get togetheres, from a hundred crises. He watches and he remembers and he sits.

For Bruce, the light playing along muscles and scars is beauty and pain and he will not disturb either.