... And he wasn't exactly himself either. Not the man I had married. Just... one whom I felt compelled to serve in that state. I -- She never questioned that.

[ It's a soft exhale. Honerva is further from that mindset every day but she still lived it, still affected and shaped by it even as Lup chased those whispers away, to give her a chance at becoming... herself, again, even if she still felt that disconnect, but securing the present was more important. ]

Perhaps he still had his memory, but... could not feel them. Not even the existence of our son could cut through that darkness.