[Velocity reached out for the datapad and slowly, carefully began to type in her payment information.]

I'm so sorry that happened. It sounds like whatever it is, happened to a lot of other people, too, but... it's also yours.

[She didn't miss that the handprint had fit into the old injury perfectly, like a puzzle piece whose home she'd been straining to find, and went quiet for a time. Then she laughed, thinking of what her best efforts had not done for her year after year after year. She already knew what it was like to doom yourself to seemingly endless misery, but that didn't sound like what he'd meant...]

I'll do my best. But I can't predict the future. I can only keep going, the same way all of us have.