Celestia sat looking down at my hand. "Able...how long have you been missing your finger?" She reached up and pinned my hand against my desk. "Your missing the middle one."

I stared at her hoof. "Uh, like three years now, three or four." I pulled my hand away and swung around in my office chair. I flexed my fingers and leaned back. "I lost it back home. Carrying a friend outside and someone shot my finger off."

Celestia grimaced. "Why did you not ask me to fix it?"

I shook my head. "I don't want it fixed."

"Are you sure?" Celestia sat neatly by my side and looked it over.

I grabbed my pen and held it between my fingers. My right middle finger was cut to a nub around the first joint. I jammed the pen in place and wrote my name with it. "I get by without it. And it reminds me of certain things I did...bad things."

Celestia smiled and turned her neck to me. She lit her horn up and a patch of her coat fell away, revealing a rather large bite scar running from her throat to her jaw. "I'm glad I'm not the only one."

I swung my arm around her and hugged her head. "Oh Jesus...you just know how to fucking tweak my god damn gut." I rocked side to side with her head against my chest. "God I love you."