I am picking B. If I needed fixing, I would choose scarred hands that know my exact pain. Someone who has been through the same storm understands the silence behind the words. Their advice doesn’t feel like theory , it feels real and lived. When pain is shared, it somehow becomes lighter to carry. I don’t feel judged or rushed to “just move on.” Instead, I feel seen, understood, and human again. Sometimes the best healing comes from someone who survived the same heartbreak. Exactly like , if we didn't pass through a killen , we can't measure the heat it have and we can't tell others exactly About it.