{Juliet follows Stoneface quietly, letting the silence offer a chance to collect his words. After a time, he speaks, his eyes straight ahead.}

...I don't mean to view death with a distance. I never wanted to. And I didn't, until I started regaining my memories. They...show a different person.

I'm desperate to know why. How I can be so radically different from my memories here, be...stable. It's not acceptable to just take it.

...When I see something like that, I don't feel the heartbreak, the anger, the sympathy. It's more...viewing it for entertainment, almost. I wish I could feel what people usually do...it's almost like I'm jaded from what I know I did.

It's not how I want to be.

{This was less an explanation and more just a tell-Stoneface-about-Jules moment, but it was the best thing he could say. He absently ran a hand through his hair.}

I'l go through a lot not to.