It's odd, watching a body without weight move as if it has flesh and breath. The memory of the self imprinted on the soul, more indelible that life itself, and even now Paul wonders-

He stops himself from wondering. That's not a path he will follow further, and he has enough clarity to know it is a distraction he sets himself to avoid the gut-clench of Ezra admitting so openly to tears. It reminds him of someone he wishes he was not reminded of.

"It was only one thing," he says, quietly, "Not all the things you could imagine. However bad it was, at least you knew what it had been."