[He closes his eyes to the sound of her tale, letting the image paint itself into his mind. Gemma and Joanna. The hardest thing to picture is their faces because anything he projects he starts to wonder if he's seen and when he wonders the story being told in the moment starts to slip away.

So, for now, he lets the figures of Gemma and Joanna be just that. Gemma fades and fades, becoming grey, lost to a shadowy background while Joanna danced in the light.]

Too beloved... to be loved...

[He hums and ponders.]

We want... to be loved... Gemma too... Love from the people... or... her sister... Lack is... a familiar pain...

[And yet.]

Too beloved... Too much... An ego, perhaps...? But maybe... maybe something... else... Too beloved... idolized... a pedestal... too beloved but not... loved... Or maybe... just tired... tired of it... trapped... smothered... wanting to be... free...