"You're not an idiot, Pyotr. You just forgot to look in the mirror and see your own face."

If she could take him, shed blood and paint it over his eyes, grant him borrowed clarity and let him see what she sees. If the visionary could but turn the gaze inwards. But that isn't part of their being, is it?

"You've been reading the text backwards. You're the one that'll be happier without him."