Trahearne's expression and mood sobers considerably when she elaborates on the problem. He just spends a moment looking over the drawing before turning his gaze back to her, his concern nearly palpable.

"I imagine that there's little chance that a spell or curse is involved. It... very well could be that there's a deep part of your mind that doesn't want to remember. That fears the pain involved from knowing it."

Trahearne reaches out to tap the edge of the paper. "None of the stories I read about parents loving their children unconditionally ever addressed the darker side of the issue. That people are people, and are capable of being terrible even to their own flesh and blood. If he was your enemy, then you did what you had to do."