[That she's explained some of her past to him helps give some context to the old wound, even if he can't force the details to rise to the surface.]

[Or maybe he could, if he really wanted to. But he really doesn't.]

You carry a lot of envy with you. That part of you is old, frigid but festering... but I don't think that's all you are.

[He doesn't need to read any deeper to feel that way. They may both be spirits, but that doesn't mean she had to be so accepting of him.]

[What does he envy? He thinks of when he forgot what he was, the despair and fear and loneliness that came with believing he was real, but forgotten. The desire to protect Rhys over anyone else. Lambert claiming he came through to feed off all the things he can't have. Was any of that envy?]

I don't know. I've felt a lot of things. Most of it hurt.

[At least he's honest, but then, when is he not.]