[No fault of Adrateius, she offers him a flat look, annoyed. Well, a little of it. But she doesn't move away, no matter how displeased she may be. After all, moving away won't do a thing.

Just make him more curious, later.]

I thought I saw a person I left behind, holding me in his arms.

[There's no emotion in her voice. She reports it as if it were nothing in particular.]

But that person, by his own choice, should no longer exist. But the impossible is also possible, here. So.

[She shrugs.]

I torture myself with possibility.