"Since Merrymeet." His words are quiet and blunt; he knows better than to lie to her, and in his current state he has no motivation to do so. "I made sculptures from the extracts and then hid them in out of the way locations around the island. I hoped no one would find them; my first attempts were quite ugly, and I suspected you'd be less than pleased."

He tries to gently draw her away from the dressing room table and its burden of emotions, to sit with him on the small and uncomfortable couch near the door. "I know that it's a weakness in me, to choose numbness over facing my emotions. But like this I can work, I can speak to others, I can even bear up under the truth of what I've done. Isn't that an improvement?"