Xuan remembered being in a dark, dark place for a long, long time.
Her mind that had been broken, remade and then broken again and again, while still holding onto a singular will that she would not betray the man who meant the most to her in the world had been in pieces for the longest time, but it was only now that it was starting to get back to a semblance of what it had been before everything that happened.
Hence, one of the first things that returned to her was the ability to think, by herself, and listen to her own thoughts as they frolicked around like little children who had just been given birth in the cavernous contents of an otherwise extremely damaged consciousness.
She was not yet ready to consciously take control of her body, but she could at least sleep, calmly, albeit for a limited period of time, unlike before when even every moment of rest had been filled with dread and fear for what would come on the following day.
