[ a huff of a mirthless laugh; he still doesn't think himself very appealing but doesn't bother arguing the point at the moment. ]

She died this time of year. Right before the winter solstice. I'll never forget that, even if I can't quite recall her face. And even after all this time, despite everything I've learned about my powers... I can't bring her back. She's chosen reincarnation. Even if I met her again, I wouldn't know her.