[Letting people hurt him as he does probably isn't particularly helping his mental state, even if he's seeking it out and wants it. Each wound leaves its mark in its way. Yet, Wade's not sure he can stop.]

You can't promise that. And I can handle it.

[He tries to reassure him with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.]

There's a poem or a saying or something that's like... we're stronger in the broken places? Something like that. I'm sure I'm remembering it wrong. Still, it sounds about right. They may have broken me in some ways, but I'm strong. And they never once let them shut me up. [Getting on Francis' nerves had been the only thing that had kept him going for a while.] No one ever will.