The distance between who he showed himself to be and his shadow self was blackened by an impossibly wide chasm. The ground around his core eroded slowly by lies. Dug deeper still by the lies required to protect the lies that came before. He always thought he could fill it in, but the hope of unifying inner and outer was now nothing but a whisper written on the bones that lay at the bottom. The bones of what-could-have-been. His eyes revealed nothing of it from a distance, but to stand close was to hear the howling of the damned.