There was no way to ask your permission, or to prepare you. It wasn't something I wanted to do. There was no other option.
I did understand what you were trying to tell me - please believe this. I knew the face I was revealing would no more be the man I knew than the mask that covered it. I only wish it could have been by your choice.
It's so strange. We had to take away everything to get to your wounds... the mask, the wig - I never thought of it as a wig, did you know that? - the gauntlets that you so hastily put back on that first morning...
We had to peel away all of it, leaving behind a stranger in your place. Someone silent and bleeding who looked more dead than alive, staining my sheets red.
This body I tend isn't you. It's just something you've left in my care until you come back. It's something of yours, so I cherish it. I try to care for it the way I've