I knew the cause, though I tried to ignore it. But it was like trying to ignore a wound the wouldn't stop bleeding, like trying to ignore the breaking of your own heart. Even with the relief at finding a place with Philanta, the world began to seem drab and lifeless. I pushed through it stubbornly, for weeks, telling myself that I was happy, but eventually I had to admit the truth.
I did not have all the pieces of myself intact, but the shattered ones lay quieter then they had in Treb, gradually being smoothed over so that they no longer cut me as often.