The Brave One is this odd movie. Where it has a quiet, self-reflective quality while also having the loud action- because it is a vigilante movie. And there are moments where you see utter love played out physically, contrasted with violent, beating death.
Why write this? Because there is a moment within the first hour, where the heroine(?) reflects on discovering that other person within. And I realise that for some, it takes a single dramatic climax, to change how you think of yourself. Where you know you are not by yourself inside. And for others, it is lots of smaller events, compounded upon each other, that breaks open that wall inside. And for a smaller amount of people... that wall never existed.