Diana watches as your eyes roam over her.

She knew what you would see, her body was littered with scars from years of fighting.

You take a step closer to your soulmate, raising your hand to gently trace over a scar on her upper arm.

You remembered that. Being soulmates meant that you could share pain unless you had a strong enough mental shield to block it out. You hadn’t when she had originally gotten the scar.

You had felt her pain as if it was your own.

“You remember that.” She states.