Fucking hell. Now I could see why Zed had refused to deal with business earlier. Not that I wanted him to, but he hadn't refused simply to be a douchebag. He'd done it to help me heal. He'd known that the easiest way to slide me back into my strong, emotionless, safe personality was to present me with a Hades problem. It'd worked for me for five years; Zed had seen it firsthand.
