His breathing had finally steadied. He was watching her hands rather than looking into her face, not to avoid her eyes but to watch what she was doing. He showed no sign of pain or discomfort while she treated the wounds, though he closed his eyes and breathed in the familiar sting of the antiseptic with resignation. "In the mirrors. He was in the mirrors... watching me. For months. I thought I was going mad." He shook his head slowly.