He went on and on and on. For hours. Until he was satisfied. Until the sun came up. The moon was gone, its rays had perished. The daylight was harsh and unfeeling. So many things were uglier by the light of day. Not her, no. She could never be ugly in his eyes. Everything else though... Theo’s ostentatious guest room, their past, the blood-stained knife on the nightstand, their future, the robes that didn’t fit their emaciated forms right, lying forgotten in a bundle on the floor, everything was ugly. 