"Mmmm." Corry is barely listening, flipping through his art and trying to picture it interlayed with her own skin. "Maybe the inside of my wrist? Can you do something small there?" She wants it where she can see it, small, subtle, but forever a reminder to be true to herself. She will not allow herself to be so lost again. "I'm not worried about pain." She's caused enough, she may as well feel it.