[Drugged, beaten and clearly all in his own head, John's hands stay gentle working. Matt wants to ask questions but he isn't sure if he would like to hear any of the answers. No, there are no words are there?

Under the alcohol, the scabbing blood gets more red, and it clearly separates from ash. Normal feeling, though Matt's not the one with eyes so he cannot say one way or the other.]

Yes. She didn't remember me or...much of anything for some time. And she came to, already we had our differences in morality.

[His lips curl warily at that.]

What I'm saying is, it was complicated.

[And yet not as hard feeling as this moment.]