[He raises a hand, palm-up, wearing a grimly amused sneer as if he believed she were better than this wretched state into which she had spiraled.] Then you may wish to have your head beaten in, and pray you lose hold of your memories before you die a second time. [A laugh bubbles out of him, humourless and ghoulishly low at the thought, his eyes glazing over as his gaze turns inward.]

Life... is fraught with suffering that ends not for as long as you draw breath; there is always more awaiting you. Far more. And when you begin to believe you have reached your very limits –-

[Eyes narrow, his voice dropping to a hiss between gritted teeth.]

-- that there is no agony more unfathomable than this eating you alive every waking moment of your life… it worsens still. It finds a way.

[A soft scoffing noise of bitter incredulity punctuates his silence after a long moment, his pale smile opening.] ...And God laughs.