"My ex-wife," Harry says with a shrug. "She left a long time ago... so I don't remember her too well. Just that it fucked me up." That much, he thinks is okay to talk about. He's not a complete wreck right now, if only because he's focused on other things.

"I sort of... purposefully erased my memories two weeks ago, using the Pale to do so."

The unfamiliar term, and the fact that he says it without explanation, is the surest sign he's not from Etheirys, nor any of its reflections. "At least, I think that's what I did. I was goddamn drunk when I did it."

He motions vaguely. "That's not going to stop me from figuring out what the hell this is all about."