Once we got back to my workshop, I heated some water to wash her body with. Strangely, there were no foul odors, but the horrible state of sanitation was clear to the naked eye.

Even when I removed her ragged undergarments in the bathroom, she didn't react at all. However, the wounds on her back told the story of how she had come to rid herself of emotions to this degree; painfully so.

After I finished washing her body, the scars arose visibly against Reszurre's white skin like a web of hatred. The recipe for a topical medication calmly floated into my mind, but as I changed her bandages, my hands trembled with rage.