We talked about it before, a little? About the power in art, to use it to protect people. How I didn't want to control them, too.

[It even goes back to his eyes, when Zephir and he first met - he noticed them then, too.]

Willem was everything to me, once. But he traded me, he traded love, for power. And I became less of an equal and more of a possession. One he won't let go of, even life after life. I've been running from him for a long time, because I'm afraid of him. I don't want to be anymore.