"Mixed," Edward confessed. "I was still mourning Alfons when I met Paul, but he was a decent source of comfort. I was careful not to let on what gender my lost spouse was, and he didn't ask. And things went downhill once Peter, Marie and I got to Berlin. Peter got caught and executed, and Marie and I fled. But by that time, she'd become too messed up from my work and the world I'd dragged her into."