Trust me when I tell you that I don't like not knowing, and I don't at all right now. Not yet. But were you here a few months back when — there was this sound, a woman crying on the air, everywhere. But it wasn't only a sound, I could feel it, like her pain was mine.

[ He felt it so strongly then, and now — whatever happened to her, she's helped them in some measure. Tormented herself, he only wishes he could help her in return. ]