They did not think me dead... merely that I was too distant and too cold. Too perfect, I suppose. Inhuman.

[ She sighs quietly and her shoulders slump. Just a little. ]

I could've prevented it, I think. Or maybe it was doomed from the start. All I know is that the loss and grief pains me still and... for a while I was determined to fix it, even if I had to unmake myself in the attempt.

[ Still does, in a way. But she's getting better. ]

I apologize for burdening you with this story; it isn't something I often share.