The only memory he had of her that wasn’t entirely tainted was of her on the playground in the chill air entertaining her charge. She was graceful, dancing, casting glances towards the window out which she knew he could see her. It was charming, a magic that made him regret having let her go, having seen her heart filled with malice against him. Though that too had likely been affected, it didn’t matter. She was beautiful in that moment.

And now that memory would be destroyed as well, as in the confrontation coming, which he did not even want, she would assuredly show her true face again. And it would make her ugly, all memories ugly.