What is this feeling? No, it's not loathing. It's not anger, either. For all that I wish one thing or another would happen, I can understand completely why all fell as they did, and I knew they would. This feeling is one of heart-hurt, because knowing doesn't change watching the world's face fall free of the illusion, and also one of sea-shore standing on the banks in the distance, because knowing, knowing does not change framework and expectations, and those glare down at me while I stammer out my explanations that die on leaving my soul.