[There's a dark unreadable expression of stoicism, and the drawing stops. His fingers twitch momentarily, blue flames dancing over the edges as he has to resist the urge to switch back into a bird.]

It's like there are black holes swallowing up the good things. Past and future. I shouldn't let him get so into my head, but he's already there. And if I don't even search through the memories... I'll never know how to beat him.