*She is unresponsive. Only when you wave your hand in front of her does she twitch, and turn her eyes to you.* *You barely recognize her. She used to be moody, yes, but she was also excitable, liked to play on the beach, and had sweet tooth. Now...* *There is a spark of recognition behind dulled eyes. Her lax features twist into a grimace. Yet her eyes... they soften. They are looking at you, not through you.* *It would seem, even with her psyche damaged and scarred, she still loves you.*