Natalia closed her eyes. Breathed. How many times has she spoken these words now? Too many. Not nearly enough. "It's not that I don't remember. I remember the moment, all too clearly, but... Do you remember exactly what you did, the last time you were so lost in anger and grief that all you wanted was to do anything to stop the pain?"

Her eyes don't focus in the here and now. "In that way, I... Did something. And when next I woke, my heart was ice."