What I was back at home was far worse than what all of you knew here, Queenie. I was bitter destruction and rage with next to no memory of the healer to temper it. People died, cities burned, nations fell because of me and what I was vessel to. I don't think a human mind is meant to comprehend that without snapping like a twig.

...Getting too lost in my memories isn't exactly safe. So I'd rather someone try to pull me out of it when I can't quite remember where or when I am at the moment.