does anyone want to hear about how harrowed i am over volo and cogita constantly. i think of how sad she looks when she talks about him that final time and shakes her head as if to try and rid herself of it. the survivor’s guilt that eats at her as is so alluded in the old verses. how she was still attached to him despite likely knowing what would come of him and maintaining distance. she cared for him. she did, despite everything.