The weight he had to bare under his own tyranny, perhaps. This sinking feeling that brought aching pains to his head as he tried to reflect. As if his body was reminding him that there was no need or even want to reflect. Most memories of struggle and hardship were suppressed, exactly as they should be, in his head.

"So the trap was baited." Knives stared at you in contempt and in a brittle tone.