DAXTON.

I'd forgotten what she used to look like. In fact, I'd forgotten that I still had a photo left of her. I looked up at Arya, feeling like I'd just been sucker punched in the gut. I have been lacking energy lately. I never wanted to admit it, but guilt was slowly chipping away at me, and I was sinking into a familiar spiral of bleak oblivion. The thought that I'd actually killed her mother had been haunting me badly. So much that I had to ask Reina to move our hypnosis session ...