He was the only one who showed enough compassion to deceive the gloom she insisted on keeping. His touch faded away from the scars of her torture; his voice brought back the melody of assurance. He fought for her light, now dragging it through the pits of hell where she was sure she belonged. He was bringing back the fragmented pieces of her soul. But instead of piecing them together- he allowed her to grow, and rearrange in accord with time.