All those lonely nights he spent these last twenty two years and she was intrigued? She had no idea why? "You really do have poor hearing.." He muttered, "Part of me wanted to believe that you could hear me, but I wasn't worthy enough to you."
"Please, O Benevolent Dezenym, grant me strength and courage. Help me to be better."
"Lady Dezenym, my mind is restless. Please grant me peace."
"Dezenym, please show me you can hear me..."
"...are you even there...?"
His chest ached from the memories and he chugged his ale to numb it.