There wasn't anything I could do. That piece shattered completely. And that was pain I've never thought was possible--not for something that intangible. And she pieced it back together, shifted the other two around--they could have followed the same fate, even.
She had to strap me down to the bed. I barely remember, but I couldn't get free, couldn't move and she pieced them back together as she please--separated what should have been mere masks. And there's no way of telling if the pieces were put in the right places, if there weren't pieces missing.
She healed the cracks, everything. There aren't any cracks.