[ This man really is a dead-end. If there's another way, he won't be willing to try it, until he's wrung every drop of life out of all of them, and maybe himself, to boot.

It's with a drained, almost cold tone that she asks her next question. ]

If that's the case...can you at least answer why you seem intent on gifting us painful memories? The things you leave outside our doors. You must know...some of their significance. Mementos of those gone, or...unflattering photos.

[ She says this, though she's thinking of the one in her room, there to greet her each morning now. ]

That hardly seems necessary, to your...cause.