Dick stood in stunned silence, his eyes wide with disbelief as he gazed at Risa. In the dim light of the dungeon, her face, delicate and beautiful, was illuminated, revealing her clear eyes that shone with an unnerving mix of morbidity and possessiveness. Dick felt a twinge of fear in those eyes, suspecting that Risa's mental illness had not fully healed and his presence would only aggravate her condition. She seemed to be projecting a pathological maternal love onto him, a love that was more about possession than affection which to him seemed unhealthy for her well being.
He felt a confusing blend of pain and relief in his heart, knowing that Risa's life should not revolve around him. She needed more time to heal, to rediscover her clarity and brightness, rather than being consumed by an obsession over him, which would become her anchors.