[ Rem steps forward, and her hand falls from the clasp. She gestures to one of the candles, now nearly all but exhausted in their wax from the fire he galvanized, and then with that same hand, she motions to him. ]

The afternoon we cooked at your residence. The way you cherished that flower, and then became distant.

The day Miss Grey drew a portrait of you... and then you departed.

What happened at Yotelsia...

Every time your father is brought up.

That snow-covered island.

[ She takes another step forward. ] You may be suppressing how you feel. [ Running, denying, shutting down are all symptoms she's seen before; symptoms of turmoil, anger, fear, and hurt. She could be assuming too much, she could be overstepping-- no, surely she is. But on the off chance that she is not--

Rem's breath wavers as she inhales. ] But Moon Supreme... You-- you've failed to see how you're suffering.