Not in Jest

"The breeze through the window was cool on Leona's cheek, smelling of damp, crisp night, the earliest morning dew already settled in the small, moonlit hours. Her blade rang on the whet-stone through the empty armory. Sleep, she found, was quite hopeless in the face of memory." [Part 10 of 'Sum Ergo Sum'] At last, we come to an admission.