I almost called her "Virgo de Milo," if only it weren't actually the name of an artist.

Sometimes I think putting on armour can be more dangerous than not putting it on. Even moreso if it fits all too perfectly, because then, you don't see the need to ever take it off. And that way lies The Frozen Throne, O Terrible Suit of Armour that He is.

And yes, putting on an armour sure is too similar by far to detachment. Can't feel things through platemail, can you?

I'm glad you liked it, friend Alain, thank you for harking oh so carefully, heh. And isn't the narrator always vulnerable? It just that some pieces are about this vulnerability, which I think speaks more to some people, including me, including you.

(And I am too clever by half. My wish is to one day be as wise as I am clever, to be able to get myself out of the messes I put myself in :P )